I'm in an Uber racing towards Union Station to catch an Amtrak train from
DC to New York for a 2pm meeting at the law offices of Aaron
Rappaport & Feinstein. My play uncle Timothy Aaron is a partner there and
he’s also the Executor of my Mom's estate. My Mom died six months ago peacefully
in her sleep (I thank the Lord for that) and her estate has been in sealed
probate ever since and now he is ready to release the conditions of her Will.
Finally, I can get some closure.
I've lived a pretty charmed life being the only child of my Father, a
wealthy French Architect & an African-American New York socialite
mother. I attended the best schools, had the best friends, the best
clothes, the best everything. But at the end of the day, they’re all
accessories. My family is where I got
and still get my most joy. I’ve lived in DC for about
seven or eight years now. I decided to stay after graduating from Georgetown
University with a Masters in Art and Museum Studies. My job allows me a lot of
freedom and flexibility; all my accounts are on the east coast, so it was a
win-win for me. I was able to visit my Mom in New York while loving my time in
DC without the crazy hustle and bustle of a major metropolis like New
York. DC can be pretty busy too, but
it’s a different busy. It’s a comforting and warm busy.
I never wanted for anything and grew up on sure footing. I certainly don't
need the money, my Dad made sure of that. He died six years ago, almost
one year to the day he and my Mom divorced and he left me and my Mom pretty
well off. He moved to Chicago to work on some major architectural project a few
years before the divorce, and the divorce seemed pretty amicable to me. He’d
never been in the home much; always traveling from here to there so the divorce
didn’t come as a shock to me. But it did come as bit of a shock to find out
that my Mom's Will was sealed until an undetermined date, that's all my Uncle
Aaron would tell me, "patience Eva, patience." So I waited, and two
days ago I got the call. "Eva, I need you to be here next Wednesday
at 2pm for the unsealing of your Mom's Will." "I'll be there
Uncle Aaron, I will definitely be there!"
As I stood on the platform a flash of red caught my eye. About a foot from
me stood a woman, about my height, weight and complexion but about 10 years
older. She had a slick black ponytail similar to mine, but I have bang. She was
sporting a fierce red wool, high color coat with huge and I mean huge gold
metallic buttons. And the boots! Black thigh high, black leather, with a block
gold heel. Oh, and there’s more! On her shoulder was a white Hermes Birkin Bag.
Oh yeah, I know my shit. Damn, she caught me staring.
Thankfully the train pulled in just in time. Amtrak is notorious for being
late and having issues. Maybe I shouldn't say that, but it's true.
Because I’ve caught this train so many times before I was strategically standing
on the platform where I knew the doors would open. My new friend in my head was
standing just to the right of me. Sorry Missy but I’ll be getting on first.
Hopefully we’ll sit in the same car where I get a better look at her. I know it
seems a bit stalker-ish but hell what else do I have to do?
I boarded the train and found a seat near a window and stared at the wintery
DC landscape as we sped away. As cold as it was in DC I knew New York would be
twice as cold. Damn I should have gone to the dining car to get some tea before
we pulled off. There is no way in hell I'm gonna move now and loose this
premier seat.
Missy (that’s what I’ve decided to call her) sat in the seat directly behind
me. As she slid in her seat she hit me in the damn head with her fancy Birkin
bag. “Excuse me,” I said over my shoulder, shooting her the stink eye. You’re
not that cute Missy. “No worries” she said. What does she mean “no worries,”
she’s the one that hit me in the damn head.
I guess I dozed off at some point and woke to the attendant nudging my
shoulder. Is that what they're called, the attendant? I try to be mindful of people’s
titles. People are so touchy these days.
We're pulling in to Penn Station in New York, and all of a sudden I get an
uneasy queasy feeling in my stomach. My mind keeps going back to why it took so
long for her Will to be disclosed. I’m sure it was some legal mumbo-jumbo. I
instinctively check my purse. I hear so many horror stories about how ladies
fall asleep on the train and wake up to their belongings GONE! Okay, no one
took my purse while I was sleep. I checked the contents, okay nothing was
missing.
I stood up and bumped my head on the overhead compartment. I'm awake for
sure now.
I looked behind me and Missy had already headed for the exit. Oh well, bye
Missy.
~Check Back Tomorrow for Part II ~
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