“No – we need to speak to the manager.”
A serious-looking, black-suited, and somber man showed up shortly. Cameron took out the three birth certificates, opened them, and laid them on the table in front of the manager.
“Mr. Tubman. And you are…?”
“I’m Cameron Sharp, and this is my father, Jack Sharp. John Sharp, actually. Jack is a nickname.”
“What can I do for you?”
“We need to move our grandfather from the Steinhauser vault to Kirk in the Hills.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Oh, most certainly you can.”
“I need the Steinhauser’s permission.”
“No, you don’t.” Cameron bubbled with anger. “You were lied to. You were told that there was no next of kin. We are next of kin, and in front of you is proof positive. You were deceived – that is not your fault. But now that you have been informed that you were the victim of deception, you have an obligation to make it right.”
Mr. Tubman looked at the paperwork before him.
“This is most unusual. I’m not sure what to do. I can tell you that you have to get a funeral home to make the arrangements. I can’t do that. I really should get the Steinhauser’s approval.”
“I should really just sue you – how’s that? Or maybe I should simply call a reporter – this would make a great story, don’t you think?”
Tubman’s face went pale. “Can you get a funeral home to call me? I’ll see what I can do.”
“Very good, Mr. Tubman. Until next time, then. Thank you for your assistance.” Cameron gathered up the birth certificates, and she and Jack left.
“Wow. Do you always go at it that hard?”
“Pops, there are times when it’s necessary. I cannot let this stand. Let’s go.”
Click Follow to receive emails when this author adds content on Bublish