Old novel.
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The five siblings sat around in the living took by the
cracking fire surrounded by awkward silence.
That is until Luther took initiative and stood up. Okay,
I guess we should get things started. So, I figured we
could have a sort of memorial service in the courtyard
at sundown. Say a few words, just at dad's favorite
spot.
Allison furrowed her brows. Dad had a favorite spot?
Yeah, you know, under the oak tree. We used to sit
out there all the time. None of you ever did that?
Will there be refreshments? Klaus asked. Tea,
scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner.
What? No. Put that out. Dad didn't allow smoking in
here. Luther scolded, gesturing to Klaus's cigarette.
Is that my skirt? Allison asked incredulously.
What? Klaus looked down and he was indeed
wearing her skirt. Oh yeah. I found it in your room.
It's a little dated, I know, but it's very breathy on the
bits.
Listen up. We still have some important things to
discuss, alright? Luther announced.
Like what? Diego asked.
Like the way he died.
And here we go.
I don't understand. I thought they said it was a heart
attack. Vanya chimed in.
Yeah, according to the coroner.
Wouldn't they know?
Theoretically.
Theoretically?
I'm just saying, at the very least, something
happened. The last time that I talked to dad, he
sounded strange. He sounded on edge. Told me to be
careful who to trust. Luther said.
Luther, he was a paranoid, bitter old man who was
starting to lose what was left of his marbles. Diego
insisted.
Luther shook his head. No, he must've known
something was going to happen. Then he turned to
Klaus. Look, I know you don't like to do it, but I need
you to talk to dad.
Klaus scoffed. I can't just call dad in the afterlife and
be like, 'Dad, could you just...stop playing tennis with
Hitler for a moment and take a quick call?'
Since when? That's your thing.
I'm not in the right...frame of mind. Klaus revealed.
Allison looked at him incredulously. You're high?
Yeah! Yeah. I mean, how are you not, listening to this
nonsense? Klaus laughed.
Well, sober up. This is important. Luther demanded.
Then there's the issue of the missing monocle.
Diego groaned. Who gives a sh*t about a stupid
monocle?
Exactly. It was worthless. So whoever took it, I think
it was personal. Someone close to him. Someone with
a grudge. Luther listed.