Anna Marie pulled up to the curb a couple houses away from Miss Ellie’s house, stopped the car, then sat a few minutes waiting for a slack in the downpour. It never happened, so she decided to make a run for the front porch. The normally vacant driveway and front curbing of the old Victorian now had several parked cars. She recognized Nancy’s van and hoped the other two were those belonging to the Lowerys and not any of Miss Ellie’s family. She cringed at the thought of having to confront them. Anna Marie knew the dear lady had money stashed away in savings accounts and safety deposit boxes and probably under the bed. Miss Ellie had told her many times that her husband’s pension and her retirement check far exceeded what she needed to live on. Now, her thrift throughout the years would line the pockets of her relatives. A wave of sadness and guilt swept across Anna Marie’s chest. She wished she’d been able to spend more time with Miss Ellie during her last few years, but knowing there was nothing she could do about it now, she’d have to live with the guilt.
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