Installment
#41
The Final
Will and Testament of Tucker Fuhrman
Tucker listened as Russell read the
highlights of the will.
Yes, sell
everything he owned and pay his bills.
That was always first on the list.
Yes, Give
$1000 to the no kill shelter where he had gotten Cleo.
A painting
to Marge.
The desk
to Cynthia.
Pay Marge
for administering the will.
Everything
else would go to the motorcycle club.
It was simple. Simple and straight forward. He reached for the pen and signed his
name. He signed with bold strokes. This
was good. This would make it a good
clean break and everyone could then get back to the act of living.
They shook hands all around and left the
office. Marge looked both ways before
pulling into traffic. “Let’s go eat,
Tucker. I am starved. Are you hungry?”
“It seems like eating is rather a waste of
time and good food. Wonder how long this is going to take? Wonder if there is a way to hurry it up and
get it the hell over with.”
“If I could change it, I would Tucker. I do not know the answers. I know it is something that only you can go
through. Only you. No one else.
Just know that I am here for you and I will be until the end. And David.
And Cynthia and so many of your friends.” With that she pulled into a parking place in
front of the Pantry. “Come on, sweetie. If you don’t want to eat, just keep me
company so I don’t have to eat alone.”
Tucker mustered a smile and opened the car
door. “Sorry, Marge, I know I am not
much fun, but I sure am glad you are here for me. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
Marge ordered a small chef salad which she
devoured while Tucker rearranged a hot beef sandwich into several piles without
ever putting a bite of it in his mouth.
Marge appeared not to notice.
When they reached the house Cynthia was
waiting. She and Marge talked briefly
and then Marge headed North leaving Tucker and Cynthia on the front porch. She
pulled onto Pearl and headed for 4th Street which would take her to
the Interstate. Her eyes filled with
tears. Cynthia was such a sweet,
unassuming creature. How would she be
able to do the things Tucker needed done?
Did she have any idea what he needed to get ready to leave this world? Then she laughed softly. Of course she knew! Cynthia had been helping people cross the bar
for many years. That was why she was
with Tucker now. It was like it was
preordained. Tucker had felt it
first. And she had known when she met
her. It was instinct. Cynthia had guided her husband over. And her mother and mother-in-law. How many AIDS clients? Yes, Cynthia was exactly what Tucker needed
and they both knew it.
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