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Two sons, alone with their father, plan his future. |
Change of Heart “It won't be long now”, he said. Let me set the scene: Two brothers, Jake and Willie Obermeyer, were standing in the doorway of their father’s bedroom. Armand Obermeyer, recently remarried, was in bed with the comforter pulled up to his chin. Lillian, his first wife (their mother), had passed away two years earlier, and he had finally found a replacement for her: Zelda, a young blonde gold-digger…according to Jake and Willy. Armand and his sons had just finished breakfast, while his new wife was out spending her husband’s money. The timing was perfect for the sons… “Oh, my goodness, I feel so sick,” the father said. “I normally have a cast-iron stomach. I think I should not have had that second helping of the bacon.” “Well, a nap will do you good,” the elder son, Jake, said as he straightened the pillow under his father’s head. I am usually so healthy”, said the elder Obermeyer. “This has me worried. Well, I am getting up there, I guess.” Little did Armond know that Jake, having sensed his father’s desire, had slipped a potent pink pill into his father's orange juice. It was taking effect! Jake could not contain his joy. “Oh, Father. Come on. Seventy is the new fifty,” said his youngest son, Willy, trying to cheer him up. “This has me worried,” Armand said as he eased himself to a sitting position. “I need to alter my will to accommodate my sweet Zelda.” Jake’s face turned ashen. Why wasn’t the poison working? Little did Jake know that Willy, the more compassionate of the two boys, had switched the poison pill out with a harmless Bayer low-dose aspirin. But when Willy heard his father say he was changing his will, he suddenly regretted his noble action. “I'll be right back,” he said to all as he headed for the hidden pill under the sponge on the kitchen counter. Willy returned with a glass of water with a fizzing Tums tablet …plus the crushed poison pill hiding under the Tums. “This should help,” he said as he handed off the glass to his trusting father. “Oh, thank you, son. You've always been so thoughtful.” “What are you doing?” Jake hissed, eyebrows touching each other, nostrils flaring. “Trust me,” Willie said as he placed his hand on his brother's shoulder while he watched his father gulp the potion. “It won't be long now,” he said. WC 403 |