The Safe Call

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The Safe Call

I was the only one still speaking to Auntie Dottie when she died. “She ain’t right,” they all defended. She was just reclusive, but if you could stand the silence spending time with her wasn’t all that bad. Anyway, she died and then her lawyer called me. I didn’t even know she had one. “What’s a slum-renting old lady need a lawyer for,” I wondered. He told me she said to take the old mirror in the bathroom and to remember the numbers 4871. Turns out she was also a money-grubbing tightwad and kept all her cash in a safe.

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28 thoughts on “The Safe Call

  1. I hope this means she gets all the cash. Sounds like Dottie would have a will if she had a lawyer. The mirror looks like it has secrets, and you never what secrets people keep. Or, where. Wonderful story, Melanie!

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    • Thanks! Funny, though, is that I picked her name out of the blue. It’s just what came to me, so I went with it. I hadn’t even thought of the other spelling/definition until you mentioned it.

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