L. W. A. T.
Created | Updated Jul 30, 2002
Author's Note: This story is trully far from complete. In fact, it is a mere thought in a story format.
"So, Michael" said John to he, "how's the weather up in the Hamptons?" John, who was Michael's brother, had a large beach-house in the Hamptons.
"Oh, fine, John."
"I'm glad to hear it."
He wasn't really. He thought that the house should be his. It had all started at the reading of the Last Will and Testament of their father.
"I decree" said the notary - who was reading the will to Micheal and John, "that all of my belongings go to Michael Rendin."
"What? That's not fair!", said John.
"Tisk tisk, brother dearest. You shouldn't yell at the kind notary."
