January 6. 1860. Friday

The will has now been red and all the guests have ither gone home or to their rooms for the night. I am still trying to comprehend all that has happened today. All the relatives of Mia and Derek came to hear the will. Not very many is left now, since they are the to youngest in the family. Only Winifred, Angus, Gorman and Lucy are left. I have had little to do with them on previous ocations so today was a real eyeopener for me. Angus and Winifred, I liked. They seem like a respectable cupple, yet they were a bit short on money, not to long ago. Gorman and lucy, on the other hand, seems to me like the sort of people you wouldnt even invite for tea, if it depended on your life. Greedy fools, both of them. They were only there for what they might have gained from it all. Winifred and Gorman were Williams siblings, yet their reaction to the whole thing was very different. Winifred was devastated and in shock, while Gorman was serious and… well, just uncomfortable to be around. It always seemed like he felt bored, somehow. That he would rather be somewhere else. If you read this, Mia, I hope you support me in the notion, never to invite them over unless it can not be avoided.

The process of the will was quite simple. The lawyer sat on the farside of the long table and red the will to uss all. It seemed like William had written it quite reacently. In the beginning, there was a speatch that he had written down for our comfort, I suppose, and then we came to the part where his belongings was split. He had written this:

To my dear brother, Gorman, I leave my guncolection and all my stuffed animals. I hope you find this profitable, since I have no delusion that you are going to keep it. The only thing I want you to keep is my favorit rifle, Miriam. If you feel the need to sell it, please sell it to another familymember.

To my sister Winifred, I leave my summer house in Galburrough and all my horses. As you know, I took grate pride in them and hope they will be well with you. If he burden is to mutch, I trust you have the mind to sell them to a kind, yet well trained horse breeder.

To my dear son, Derek, I leave all my lifesavings. I hope this can help you on your way to the elite of society. But remember, money is not trust. Do not forget the wonderfull man you are. Make me proud, son.

Lastly, I give my daughter, Mia, my castle in Hobsford for her and her husband to live in. this is my last wish, that you and your husband move into this castle, witch is our familys oldest airloom. I hope Castle Crowley will be even more pleasant for you than it has been for me. All the furniture and the rest of my belongings, including my extensive library is all yours, yet you may sell whatever you feel the need to get rid off.

I hope this will benefit you all to some extent. I have one last request for you, before God takes me away. I want you to leave a rose on my grave every second Friday for a whole year, starting to weeks after my death. I will see you again when it is your turn to walk thru the valley of death. Good bye and God speed.

This puts me and Mia in a tricky situation. Are we to move or not? We will haveto discuss this in the morning. She has gone back to the kitchen again, to help again. I still let her, but eventually, she will need a good night sleap. I shall insist on it tomorrow night.