Chapter 53 Chapter 52

Kay waited in the outside office, sitting on a bench that was too low and too close to the ground for any dignity to sit on.The receptionists are friendly. "Would you like a cup of tea, or coffee?" Kai waved his hand, "No, thank you." She just wants to get in, get out, and leave. Anyway, the office is nice, with wood paneling throughout and a plain rug.The place seemed quiet, which was what Kay liked, everything seemed wrapped up.It's been such a long time and she's happy.For a while she could quietly admire the bowl.She no longer uses it as an ashtray. She slid her hand into the open handbag, her face still innocently lifted, looking out the window.She groped her way along a meandering silver coil, through patches of bright blue and red, deep red like an embrace, deep like blood, deep like love, bright like love.Her fingertips touched the raised dots at the top, and she thought of a woman, a washerwoman or a farmer, coming home with cold, weary hands, embroidering those designs on long strips of cloth, looking at them in the morning. Looking at them and knowing they are beautiful, they have created something beautiful.She pictured a big woman walking down a muddy path, in big boots, in a gray dress, with a long skirt spattered with mud, but with a happy, serene smile on her rough face, because she had produced a Something beautiful, and what it meant to her.She knew it was a good and holy thing.She doesn't mind her work being plagiarized by others or being forgotten, she will get glory in the process of creation.She doesn't need to have it for it to continue to exist.She brought something beautiful to this ugly world.

She withdrew her hand and kept her face facing the window until the grief passed.Cars pass under the windows, a bus, a man on a bicycle struggling up a hill, stopped at a red light, gasping for breath. "Miss Murray?" said the receptionist, "if you want to come in now." She puts away her stuff, the plastic bag she always carries, her coat and handbag.She wanted to touch the bowl again, just once, but she told herself that it was enough.The receptionist held out a hand and pointed to the wood-paneled hallway behind her. "Door number one." The receptionist looked at Kay to make sure she could find it.

The door was open, and Mr. Scott was standing at the table.He held Kai’s hand like a doctor, “Miss Murray, don’t you sit down?” Kay didn't sit down. She put her bag on the chair, reached into her handbag, and took out a watch first. The day it died.She didn't think she would feel so much grief over the watch here, in this dark little office, handing over the last of Mrs. Errol's possessions.She hadn't even liked the damn watch at all. She took a deep breath and saw the vulgar Russian peasant woman smiling and comforting her.She reached into her bag and took out the bowl without looking at it, and put it on the table.She let go, packed up her things, cleared her throat, "That's all."

"Miss Murray," said Mr. Scott, who seemed pleased that things were going so well and that there was no fight over items, "Miss Murray, I have some amazing news for you." Kai looked at him and saw a happy smile on his face.He took a deep breath. "Joey Errol left you everything she had." She didn't understand, "Everything what?" "Ah, house, money, Sarah left a large savings, a large sum was found in her home, all the real estate, title to all the land leased to the kennel, Joey's savings, the amount, Not too small..." Kai turned to the far wall, tears welling up.She couldn't see anything but Joey's face.

"Joey's will - in the event of Sarah's death without a will, all property goes to you." No, it's impossible, it's impossible. "Joey Errol is crazy. How is this possible?" "Sarah has the right to be an attorney. During the first year you worked there, she and your mother co-signed the will. Everything belongs to you." Scott slid on his seat and smiled enviously, "Aren't you so lucky Got it?" With his index finger, he drew an "8" in the top corner of a piece of paper. Kay pointed to the bowl, "What about that one?"

"Yes, that's included in the property." Kay reached out, her hand lingering for a long time on the edge of the bowl, and she picked it up without looking at it, just holding it tightly. A vulgar Russian woman lay on a dirt road, her face buried in her mud-spattered skirt, sobbing.