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haunt him, and he wants to get it all behind him.'' |
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"I'll bet it haunts him," she hissed. "It haunts him that he pissed away the opportunity to get his hands on some of the money." Her face clouded, and her voice was suddenly strident. "You didn't tell him what was really in that will, did you?" |
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"For God's sake, Betty Elizabeth, what do you take me for, a fool?" |
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"Damn it," she snarled, "if Charlie ever uncovers how you and one of your crooked lawyer friends doctored your father's will, we'll all end up in jail and lose everything we've worked for." |
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"Relax, there's no way for him to find out," Theodore said confidently. "Everything's been taken care of. The original was destroyed; we've been ultra-careful. Don't worry, our tracks are covered." |
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"Well, if he doesn't want his share of Frazier Securities, what does he want?" |
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"I told you," he sighed. "He told me he thinks this feud has gone on long enough. He wants to make things right. I'm telling you, Betty, if you had seen him at the cemetery today and seen how torn up he was when he set that stupid jar on Father's tomb, you'd believe what I'm telling you." |
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Betty Elizabeth sagged down on the edge of |
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