He was growing tired of the constant argument between them. What would it take to convince them to agree to discredit their father’s reputation enough to get the will changed?
Philip watched Natalie bite into her vegetarian quiche. She seemed to savor every tidbit. He knew from what she said before that she enjoyed good food and loved the surroundings of the posh resort. Despite her New Age spiritual and environmental leanings, Philip knew Natalie needed money to continue to live like she did, playing at the New Age game, but living outside the quirkiness of it.
Jessica sliced up her steak sandwich, devouring the red meat like she devoured men. Philip also knew Jessica could never live a life without wealth. Her high-priced sexual haunts demanded such resources.
Suddenly, Jessica put her fork down, addressing her uncle. “What would be the difference between splitting the estate three ways to four?”
Philip considered the question before he answered. “Like traveling first class on the Concorde compared to tourist class on any domestic airline.”
There was silence as the two women considered the alternative. Surprisingly, Natalie was the first to respond. “What can I do to help?”
Jessica also nodded, understanding the financial implications.
Philip smiled for the first time. It seemed his nieces did understand more than vortex meditation sites and sex.
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