Miriam died at eighty-six after a short illness.
No hidden documents.
No final property demand.
Her estate was ordinary.
Jewelry.
Investments.
Charitable gifts.
Archive materials already belonged where they should.
She left Conrad Paolo’s old pocket watch.
To Eli she left one thing that made me laugh.
A brand-new football.
No note about ownership except:
THIS ONE IS DEFINITELY YOURS.
Eli kept the note.
Used the ball.
Objects can be allowed to be funny.
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