The attorney read the will to etta's surviving children.  Etta had 
Saved Her Pennies, and when she died, she was worth a little less than 
two million.  Her four children were more a result of her husband's 
extravagance and coercion than of her own will.  She would have been - 
not happy - maybe less bitter only having one.  That one would have been 
Charles, Jr., and the money would now be going to more distant relations.  
But Etta had had three other children, Charles's absence wasn't 
so much of an issue in this situation.  Financially, it was a plus.

     As the attorney read, the words were being translated as follows:  
three new houses; a couple swimming pools; five new cars; a vintage Les 
Paul; Paige, Clemente, Kaline, Aaron, Mays, Robinson rookie cards, or 
maybe just a Mantle; white gold plate on mother's old silver cross 
pendant, with an emerald set in its heart, matching emerald earrings; a 
bearskin rug; London, Costa Rica, and/or some unpronounceable islands; 
some really good weed; sushi smorgasbord; old movie cels - Hitchcock?; 
a cd room; manicures, pedicures; a vintage Indian; Donna Karan; Dom 
Perignon '54; Sharper Image; Hammacher Schlemmer; Sotheby's...

     The attorney shook everyone's hands and watched the three console 
each other as they left, attractive in their black attire.