Malachi.
Tuesday, next day…
Aunt Peggy didn't take the news well of late Uncle Figo's infidelity. I'm told by Nate that she had screamed hell and brimstone in dad's office. And had even faulted her late son for not telling her the truth. She didn't mind they were all dead.
She hated all three of them. I don't think such resentment would pose well for her in the end. The losses she has suffered are too great to just go on living hating everyone. I'd go see her one of these days.
I'm having breakfast at the kitchen and I'm tending to some tasks on my tablet. Something about TRE (Tenshaw Real Estates). Mr Devan is sending me some reports, which I asked for. Since that incident with Melanie and Pate, I've put more eyes on the Real Estate's section. I don't want a repeat performance.
