When uncle’s Will was read, Sandy and I were dumbfounded. But everyone else was joyous. And they had a hearty laugh at our expense.
Uncle loved his vintage car-it was a 1951 Cadillac. I too was in love with that car and wished to own it one day.
Uncle was proud of his wine cellar-it was a treasure. No one could enter it except Sandy. He was always praying that uncle would give it to him.
But uncle had willed otherwise. I inherited the wine cellar. Sandy got the Cadillac.
Everyone laughed. I am a teetotaler and Sandy can’t drive.
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