Chapter Nineteen
ALEX STAYED for two days after the funeral, during which time they finished cleaning out Raymond’s room and delivered the donation boxes to Goodwill. The Pringles can money totaled nearly four thousand dollars, and Chandler filed the life insurance claim, which would provide another hundred thousand. Chandler struggled with the idea he’d profited from his brother’s death, being that the funeral expenses had been minimal, but Alex assured Chandler that Raymond would have wanted him to have the money. That much was obvious. And the money in Raymond’s room had been Chandler’s to begin with, at least most of it.
“Unca, why don’t you sell this place and move closer to me?”
Chandler laughed. “Oh, I see how you are. Already trying to get me to take care of you again.”
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