 | Norman
Allan | |||
| Norman
Allan | |||
Willie the Squowse
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| chapter 11
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| They day came when
a letter arrived from the stockbroker telling Henrietta and Humphrey that the
enclosed cheque was the last one, that the stocks were of no value any longer
and that he was happy to have served them all this time. Humphrey cashed the cheque. Henrietta put the twenty ten-pound notes into the hole in her kitchen wall and smiled a secret smile. "We have enough money," she whispered to Humphrey. "More than enough," he answered in his pleasant, quavering voice. "You know," Henrietta said, "money isn't as important as some people think it is." "That is so," said Hemphrey. Henrietta and Humphrey walked into their front room and sat down on their sofa, holding hands, as they had done for so many, many years. They were content and they were very old. They closed their eyes knowing that their time had come. Theydied peacefully and blissfully, their hands still clasped together. When Richard heard of his parents' death he felt very sorry, but he knew they had lived a long and secure life. He knew their time had come and that they had died peacefully and securely, which was all they'd ever wanted out of life. He never knew about the money, and even if he had, it wouldn't have mattered to him by then. |