After the lawyer read the will, Bartholomew saw him off to the door. The others remained still on their seats in deep thought. 

Margaret was the first to say a word, breaking the long silence.

“Theodore,” she called me. I sensed trouble immediately, so I braced up for it. “It’s been a long time, how are you doing?” she asked, folding her arms under her breasts and resting her head on the chair.

“I’m doing very well, thank you, auntie Maggie,” I replied her with a smile and she looked pleased

“Oh please, don’t start with that again, you can call me Margaret, that’s what everybody around here calls me,” she informed me.

“I’d rather not, I prefer aunty Maggie,” I insisted and I saw a spark in her eyes.

“If you insist… So, tell me,” she continued, “You seem to be doing well, I hear you are a businessman?” she asked and I nodded. She was doing all the talking and the questioning but I could see the others paying attention.

“Yes, I am a businessman, I run my own company.” I answered her. Bartholomew came in at that time, and sat close to his mother.

“Oh, it’s rather such a pity I have never heard of it before?” she said with contempt, I smiled broadly.

“Well, aunty I wouldn’t blame you for that, I get that a lot. I run The G T S Textiles,” I answered and I watched the smirk on her face turn to a small frown.