Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 686.

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Wuthering Dormice
(aka Bike)
Part 686
by Angharad
  
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“There’s some post for you,” said Simon, handing me a pile of letters. One was bearing an Edinburgh post mark, so I put the others down and slit it open with a kitchen knife.

It was from Crabtree, McCulloch and Sterling.
’Dear Mrs Watts,

Re: Last will & testament of Dr Anthony Richards, deceased.

I am instructed to write to you by our client, the late Dr Anthony (Tony) Richards, the father of Peaches Olivia Richards. The instruction is posthumous, our client having taken his own life. He considered that his daughter, Peaches, seemed happier with you, and hoped that you continue to look after her until she reached an age of independence, or decided to live elsewhere: in which case he hoped you would agree to her wishes, however unlikely it seemed. He also suggests that he wouldn’t have been opposed to you formally adopting her, as neither he nor his late ex-wife, Peaches’ mother, seemed particularly suited to parenthood.

Our client has instructed this firm to administer and manage his estate, which is significant. We are instructed to inform you that, until Peaches reaches majority, or leaves your care, you will be paid a monthly sum which will be index linked, plus all school fees will be paid directly to the school. Should this venue change, or Peaches achieve a university place, any fees incurred should be charged directly to us.

If adoption doesn’t take place, then we require an annual interview with Peaches to ensure she is happy in your household. We hope this will be a mere formality, and that you appreciate it as a condition of the will. Peaches should realise that as sole beneficiary, she will inherit the rest of the estate upon reaching the age of twenty five years.

We are also empowered to grant monies for special purchases, such as clothing or computers, for Peaches use. If you have any queries concerning this or other points arising from this letter, please do let us know and we shall do all we can to resolve them.

Thank you for looking after Peaches, our client is most grateful for your assistance.

Yours sincerely,

Duncan Sterling.’

I read the letter two or three times, and showed it to Simon. Then Tom saw it. “Are ye gonna adopt her?”

“In time possibly, but just think what the other two would feel like if we did?”

“Aye, ‘tis a tricky wee spot tae be in.”

“I hope they invest her money for her, if they’re administering the will, they’ll charge a fortune.” I was concerned for the child that the money could run out before she got any.

“Whit aboot the mither’s money, whit’s happened tae it?”

“I don’t know, but if we don’t hear soon, I shall ask Mr Sterling to investigate on her behalf.”

“Aye, for anither fat fee.”

“Possibly, I don’t know, but I don’t know how to do it, and it should be part of his job, shouldn’t it, representing his client’s child?”

“Aye, I suppose so.”

I made us a light evening meal of salad and pasta. The girls enjoyed it more than Simon and Tom, who complained that they weren’t Italian rabbits. As head cook and bottle washer, I ignored their comments.

I managed to get Livvie on her own and nodded her through into the study. “I’ve heard from your late father’s advocate. He tells me that he will administer your father’s will, which includes you being funded to stay at the school, if you so wish.”

“Can I stay with you, Mummy?”

“I was just about to say, it also permits that.”

“Will you adopt me?”

“Not for the moment Livvie, I couldn’t adopt you and not do the same to Trish and Mima, could I?”

“No, Mummy.”

“But that doesn’t mean we won’t at some point in the future, if you’re still happy with the idea.”

“But I am, Mummy,” she looked at me with pleading eyes, which I tried to ignore, it was hard.

“That’s now, Livvie, you could change you mind in a year or so.”

“No I won’t.”

“Livvie, please accept what I say as fact. Young people often change their minds after thinking they know what they want.”

“But, I do want…”

“You might change your mind tomorrow, but neither your father’s advocate nor Simon and I, believe you will. However, sweetheart, we don’t want to reduce the choices you could have.”

“I know what I want,” she protested and I hugged her, hoping it would shut her up.

“Let’s just wait and see a while shall we?”

“But I know, Mummy.”

“You think you do, which is fine with me, but the courts wouldn’t necessarily agree. Leave it to the experts, besides I think we have to wait a year or so.”

“That’s not fair,” she pouted and began to cry. I hugged her again and in my heart agreed with her.

The thought of adoption–and making a child, ours to keep, until they grew up or decided to move on–wonderful. Whether the courts would agree is another matter, which I don’t want to face at present. I’ll ask Mr Sterling if we have to do anything to keep custody of Livvie and to get on and do it.

I sent an email to his address asking just that, and waited to see how long it took for a response. It came as I was about to go up to bed, so he worked fairly long hours. He suggested it was all in hand. As I thought of the double entendre of the statement, I went to bed smirking and occasionally giggling.

A thought that crossed my mind, was, how my favourite judge might advise us to proceed towards adopting the three of them, and if he would, advise us?

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