Commuter Train Chronicles: "The Only Child" Part II

   

~From Yesterday~

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.

 

 

~Part II~

 

 

Good grief, people are everywhere. One of the great things about New York is you can always catch a cab. I check my watch and it’s only 12:30pm, plenty of time to get a piece of pizza from my spot across the street. I can’t claim it’s the best pizza in New York but it is damn cheesy and yummy. “Give me a slice of veggie with extra cheese and a Pepsi. Thanks” “Do you mind if I share this table with you?”  I ask a gentleman that is visibly on his lunch hour. He motions for me to sit down and I realize he’s having a conversation on his Bluetooth. You’re so cool on your little Bluetooth, and wearing your Brooks Brothers suit. I’ll admit it, I’m a name whore, so sue me.

 

Alright time to hit the pavement. I step out in front of the joint and flag down a cab. As always, split second timing. I jump in and off I go, “600 3^rd Avenue please.”

 

I press the up elevator button still feeling a little nauseous. My heart is racing now. I’m trying not to think about the Will; how much money am I getting, was there property I didn’t know about, businesses, stock portfolios…. “The fourteenth floor” says the elevator voice lady.

I haven’t been to my Uncle Aaron’s offices for quite some time. It’s quite daunting with large mahogany doors, brass door handles, and the smell of expensive leather.  “Hey Sherry, I’m here to see my Uncle Aaron.”  “It’s good to see you again Eva, it’s been a while. How’ve you been?”  “Good, good. No complaints.”  Sherry is really nice but I wasn’t in the mood for small talk. I plopped my behind in one of the leather chairs facing the conference room.  I could see Uncle Aaron talking to some young lady sitting at the table. Wait a minute, I recognized that red coat from the train. He waived and I stared at him quizzically. I could only see the back of her, that red coat, and that ponytail. What the hell is going on here.

 

The buzz from Sherry’s phone got my attention.  “Eva, Mr. Rappaport will see you now.” I looked at Sherry then back at the conference room where my Uncle motioned for me to enter, then looked at Sherry again. She shrugged her shoulders as if she could read my mind.  Who the hell was that in there and why was she sitting in on the reading of my Mom’s Will.

 

“Eva, how was your trip from DC?” “Fine” I said curtly looking at the young lady directly in the face.  She looked at Aaron.  “Well ladies, there is no easy way to say this, Eva, Ava meet your sister.”