Laura's Legacy
Laura was seated between her older brother and younger sister. They had arranged themselves is birth order, as if they were being directed by the spirit of their Uncle Drew. The lawyer for the estate sat behind his walnut desk looking a bit apprehensive in Laura’s opinion. Her thoughts had been twirling around her brain like a hula hoop since she got the call that Uncle Drew had passed. Uncle Drew was their mother’s twin. The siblings had not been together since the graveside service for their mom. Her brother Donald Drew Douglas had climbed into the back of his hired limousine with his third wife, Judy, returning to New York City. Donald had made a fortune trading commodities. Frankly, in Laura’s not so humble opinion, Donald was the epitome of white male privilege. There had been a horrible argument over the politics of another Donald from New York. Heated arguments about the competence of the Trump presidency ended with her sister Jane throwing her glass of wine in Donnie’s face. Donald returned the assault with bourbon down the back of her dress. Laura was screaming “Oh my god, what would mother say if she were here? Can’t we just act like adults and agree to disagree about politics?” Laura sauntered in the middle of things politically and personally. Jane, on the far left ,far away from Donald, who was up the collective republican right’s ass. Jane was declaring her new sexuality and preferred pronouns, proud to be a pansexual, living with a black transgender woman while exploring sex with him /her and them. Basically, anyone who might catch her fancy was on her list of possible partners. Laura was on a hiatus from single dating sites and starting to wake up from dreams of her biological clock falling off the mantel of her precarious future plans.
