At this week's Three Word Wednesday, the given words are Obedient, Raspy, and Sombre.
“.....Your obedient servant, Claude Underwood”
He placed the letter on the table. Without raising his head, he peered upwards over the rim of his gold-framed spectacles.
There was stunned silence from the assembled family. The atmosphere was sombre. The words from solicitor Solomon Greenwood’s raspy voice hung in the air.
He held a crisp white handkerchief to his mouth as he cleared his throat.
“Does anyone have anything to say?”
Slowly removing his glasses, he looked around the room from one person to the next and then the next, patiently awaiting a reaction.
The sound of Jennifer Underwood softly sobbing broke the silence. “It’s alright Jenny” whispered her brother Rufus as he tenderly laid his arm across her shuddering shoulder “It’s alright”
Without a word the family members pushed back their chairs, scraping them across the oak floor as they rose to leave.
Mumbling ensued as one by one they left the dining room, the scene of happier times when the exceedingly wealthy Claude Underwood hosted extravagant dinner parties and regaled his overly appreciative audiences with his humorous stories and witty rapport. But it was he who had the final laugh.
“How could he?”
“But it should have been ours”
Solicitor Solomon Green sat alone for a few moments. Then he placed the letter in his leather briefcase, folded his spectacles which he placed in his pocket, and in an uncustomary moment of mirth he muttered “I just hope the creatures at the Charlton Dog Rescue Centre appreciate his fortune!”