LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF
BERNADETTE CYNTHIA HEALY
EPISODE 29
BERNADETTE CYNTHIA HEALY
EPISODE 29
I feel my hand hover millimetres away from my face, the involuntary reaction to hearing Albert's name spoken out loud, in context to the present day. He's alive. And he knows I'm looking for him.
'Yes, Albert was the one who managed to convince Mr Nelson to make the first move. He was too impatient to wait for Augusta to make the connections on her own. What was it she said to you?'
'Nothing you didn't expect, she's made a few good guesses having found the church and realising that Albert was married here, but she's no closer to finding him. I expect it won't take too long though, unless you want to lift the veil, so to speak, and reveal Albert sooner rather than later?'
I strain my ears in the hope of hearing every syllable that Mr Hayworth is about to utter, but the passing of an ambulance deters me and I can only hear the final few words, '... knows how she'll react when she finds out?'
The two men make small talk leading up to a goodbye, and I choose to stay in the garden, away from the entrance to the church – I can't risk being seen at this stage. I go over the conversation I overheard in my head so as not to forget any of the details. Keith may be disappointed with my more underhand tactics, but it seems I'm falling behind my competitors. To think that they've even managed to convince a priest to get involved in a family affair?
I wish I knew what it was they were hiding, other than Albert's entire existence. If he's alive and well, it only confirms he disowned his sister. It's worse hearing that he actively chose to emancipate himself from his sibling than reading it in a letter. How could you ignore a family member? I never thought I'd feel sorry for my husband's mistress, but once again the unwanted emotion bubbles over, and I can't help but wish Bernadette Cynthia Healy had had a nicer life so I could have despised her without guilt.
Ten minutes pass before I trust myself to leave without being seen. I want to return home and think about all that has happened today. I want to speak to both my children and get their opinion on all I have learnt, but I have to honour Jack's request. Keith will have to be my other should to lean on, while I fill Polly in with all the details.
The bus journey home gives me the time to mull over Mr Hayworth's underhand behaviour. To think Albert knows all about his sister's death and the Last Will and Testament which entitles him to millions of pounds. Why is he allowing me to frolic in a matter that could be solved in minutes? I can't think of an answer, which only makes me realise that there is something more going on. There is an aspect that I haven't worked out yet, and nothing makes me more uneasy than the unknown.
'Yes, Albert was the one who managed to convince Mr Nelson to make the first move. He was too impatient to wait for Augusta to make the connections on her own. What was it she said to you?'
'Nothing you didn't expect, she's made a few good guesses having found the church and realising that Albert was married here, but she's no closer to finding him. I expect it won't take too long though, unless you want to lift the veil, so to speak, and reveal Albert sooner rather than later?'
I strain my ears in the hope of hearing every syllable that Mr Hayworth is about to utter, but the passing of an ambulance deters me and I can only hear the final few words, '... knows how she'll react when she finds out?'
The two men make small talk leading up to a goodbye, and I choose to stay in the garden, away from the entrance to the church – I can't risk being seen at this stage. I go over the conversation I overheard in my head so as not to forget any of the details. Keith may be disappointed with my more underhand tactics, but it seems I'm falling behind my competitors. To think that they've even managed to convince a priest to get involved in a family affair?
I wish I knew what it was they were hiding, other than Albert's entire existence. If he's alive and well, it only confirms he disowned his sister. It's worse hearing that he actively chose to emancipate himself from his sibling than reading it in a letter. How could you ignore a family member? I never thought I'd feel sorry for my husband's mistress, but once again the unwanted emotion bubbles over, and I can't help but wish Bernadette Cynthia Healy had had a nicer life so I could have despised her without guilt.
Ten minutes pass before I trust myself to leave without being seen. I want to return home and think about all that has happened today. I want to speak to both my children and get their opinion on all I have learnt, but I have to honour Jack's request. Keith will have to be my other should to lean on, while I fill Polly in with all the details.
The bus journey home gives me the time to mull over Mr Hayworth's underhand behaviour. To think Albert knows all about his sister's death and the Last Will and Testament which entitles him to millions of pounds. Why is he allowing me to frolic in a matter that could be solved in minutes? I can't think of an answer, which only makes me realise that there is something more going on. There is an aspect that I haven't worked out yet, and nothing makes me more uneasy than the unknown.
