The O'Connors get what they deserve - gaping mouths!

Peggy is at rest now, beside Jonnie and her parents. The funeral was big, dignified and the headstone now had, as she had instructed Jonnies' name, his date of birth and the date he died, inscribed there. Below it her name and date of birth sat waiting for the final chiselling.

"As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be. World without end. Amen. God rest her soul."

The priest turned to Donie and shook his hand, "She is at rest now Donie. I heard what you did for her, James came to me to make the arrangements."

"Did the O'Connors not meet you to arrange things?"

"No. One of them rang, the eldest I think. I told him it was all looked after. He may have assumed it was you who arranged things. I left him none the wiser."

"Three Our Fathers, and Hail Mary's for deception so."

"No Donie. The deception was in their own minds. We are in the clear."

"Amen so, Father."

MacDonald the solicitor sat behind his desk, in his overheated office, and closed a small, slim, tidy file. To an onlooker it would appear he had a smile, more a smirk on his face. It was a smile! The smile of a man who had completed a good job for his client.

"That’s all the business concluded then in the case of the last will and testament of the late Peggy Murphy. "

The solicitor rose. Nodded. Offered his hand in condolence and then realises that it’s not going to be taken. Still, he leave his hand outstretched: a talon that won't be grasped.

The Nephews and niece stood as if to leave the office and then they turn on one another.

"You lot weren’t watching her. How did she slip that one past us? A son! A bloody son that no-one knows about. She had the bloody birth cert. She thought of that. And now he gets the feckin' prize. You lot weren’t watching her. You let her out of your sight. You lost the feckin' plot. There’s no way out of this. Shit! The bitch! After all we did for her. The ungrateful bitch. Feck you two. Were ye feckin' asleep? The Bitch. The Fecking Bitch!"

"There goes the villa in the South of France so...."

There is a stunned pause before the other two physically turn on him.

"Lady and gentlemen. Can I respectfully advise you to take this argument outside. The business here is done, and it's satisfactory, very satisfactory. Good Day. "