“We’re having a graveside service Monday morning, and I’ve asked Nate to spend the weekend if he can.”
“That’s good,” Mr. Wilson said.
“While he’s in Chattanooga, I think it’s time we gave him all that paperwork, don’t you?” Mrs. Wilson said.
“We should have done that a couple of years ago,” he said.
“I know we should have, but we didn’t,” she said.
“What paperwork, Grandma?” Nate said.
“Paperwork concerning our financial affairs; our wills; our funeral arrangements; that sort of thing,” she said.
“Why give them to me?” Nate said.
“Because you’re our only heir, and you’re the one they’ll call if anything happens to us,” she said.
“Well, I hope that never happens,” Nate said
“Nate, honey, be realistic,” she said. “Your grandfather and I are in our seventies, and when you’re that age, anything can happen. We hope we’ll be around for quite a few years, but you can’t count on that.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”