I woke to the sound of my alarm, and for a moment I forgot I was back in Chicago. I didn’t sleep well. I’m not sure if it was the time change or all the memories of my mother stirred up on the flight home. I wanted to roll over and go back to sleep for a week. I agreed to this meeting with my Dad when I was negotiating with him to change my flight, so that I could have another week in Italy. I could have said I was sick, but he’d show up at my apartment. I only need- ed to keep my eyes open for a few hours; then I’d come back home and take a nice long nap.
I could already hear his words, “Reese, what are you going to do with yourself, what’s your plan?” Honestly, my plan is to take a nap as soon as I get home.
I was jet lagged, and he was running late! He’s the one that always says, “If you’re not five minutes early, you’re late!” While I was wait- ing in his office, I happened to see some personal papers on my dad’s desk. I know it sounds bad, but let me explain. I just happened to see the papers; I wasn’t looking for them. I never look at financial papers. I’m not even interested, but that day something caught my eye. It was about my mother’s estate; it jumped off the page, had she left us money? It made perfect sense, and if she had, why hadn’t I been told. And where was the money? That’s a lot to process, right?
When Dad arrived, all he wanted to talk about was my lack of a job, my need for a budget, and my future. Who cares about all that when my mother left me money? Seriously, I could be sitting in Italy drinking espresso with Milo right now instead of listening to my dad go on and on about how I need to grow up.
I could have just asked him, and saved everyone a lot of trouble, in- stead of going through his desk drawers when he left, but that never crossed my mind, until now. Remember I was jet lagged. All I could think about was what I had coming to me, and where it was?
My curiosity quickly turned to greed.
Left alone in his office again. How could I not try and find out what was going on? I needed to know! I found the key, and I opened his locked drawer. There it was. Somehow in my mind this makes it less terrible because I didn’t break in, I found the key, and I very simply unlocked it. Maybe it was fate, I mean if he hadn’t wanted me to see it, would he have left the key in his briefcase right next to the drawer?