Maybe she’s right [End]

“What’s the worst that could happen?! Are you serious? Seven days in a creepy estate, god knows where, with a whole lot of strangers, that range from weird to disturbing, and competing in a ludicrous ‘challenge’ to inherit a deluded mans treasures. That. That’s the worst that could happen”, Becky snarls at Rogers.

All eyes are on the couple, Becky had become louder and more irritated in her rant, and disapproving rumbles are heard from the crowd. One of the farmers rises from his seat and clears his throat. He's a burly man and carries an aura of calm authority even though his face is twisted in an expression of sorrow and anger.

“You might not care, but this is a dark day for some of us. A man we dearly loved has left us and you turn this into a mockery. First you’re the last to come, keeping us all waiting and then you insult him and us to boot? Shame on you. Where I come from you show some damn respect at a funeral, may he forgive me, and don’t act like you’re better than the rest of us. So, you either grieve with us or leave his holy domain.”

The other guests reactions are of mixed intensity, but most seem to agree. Becky turns to Roger pleadingly and her eyes beg for support. Roger doesn’t know what to say. He stands up, helps his wife out of her chair and both leave the room. This is no place for them, Roger knows that much.

The newly-weds walk to their car and as soon as Roger inserts the key, everything else happens almost on it’s own. As if this is was just a fever dream the couple drives into the horizon and leaves the mansion in the rearview mirror. Roger catches the first rays of the morning sun on his skin and wonders if they have spend the whole night there.

There? Where was that even? They took a plane to … to … somewhere, took a rental – no that wasn’t right – they took a cap and drove to his great uncles funeral. Which was nice, wasn’t it? Yeah it was a nice quiet funeral and now they’ll drive back home. Roger is lost in thought and a small trail of saliva on his wife’s shirt suggest Becky hadn’t been paying much attention either.

The cab driver wakes them up, they pay the bald man, whose tailcoat looks a little to classy for a cabby, but Roger doesn’t judge.

The couple enters their flat and never thinks of a mysterious mansion, a dead great uncle or any ominous last wills. May their souls find the peace they are due.

The End