by Alan Baxter
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Read by Graeme Dunlop, our own Kibitzer
‘Yes, Mrs Baker. Your father’s will identifies each one and dictates that they have all been left to you, along with the family home.’
Claire sat stunned for several seconds, staring across the solicitor’s desk. ‘Seven garages?’
‘Yes, ma’am.’ The solicitor was smiling. ‘Mostly on industrial estates, commercial lock-up garages, in suburbs around northern and western Sydney, though there is one on a farm property just outside Burrawang on the Southern Highlands and one in North Bondi.’
Claire looked at Ben. Her husband shrugged. ‘You don’t think this is weird?’ Claire asked him.
‘Sure, it’s weird. But not really any weirder than anything else your old man ever did.’”