Has he signed it in your presence and did he at that time appear to be of sound mind and legal age and free of undue influence?
Was he ever of sound mind? Julie wondered aloud. As you and I would define it? Strictly speaking?
A mind of his own, Thomas said, that much is clear.
I always liked him, said Emma.
Will the witnesses respond to the question?
Yes, said the witnesses, he has and did.
Have you in his presence and in the presence of each other, affixed your signatures?
We have.
The thing is done, said the notary, where is the brandy?
Thomas poured brandy for all hands.
This should make you feel good, the notary said to the Dead Father. A prudent step. Prudent, prudent.
Rage of the Dead Father.
Prudent is shit!
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You two children have walked me many kilometers, said the Dead Father.
So we have, said Julie.
With scant regard for your own comfort. Your own projects. Of which you doubtless have a great many. You have labored on and on and on and on. For me.
That is the case, said Julie.
What of yourselves? Your two lives?
In what sense, what?
What purpose? What entelechy? What will you do with yourselves when it is all over?
Julie looked at Thomas.
What will we do with ourselves when it is all over?
Thomas shook his head.
I’d rather not answer that question if you don’t mind, she said.
Why not?
I haven’t an answer.
I know that, the Dead Father said.
One would think one would be able to answer a question of that kind wouldn’t one.
One would.
Disagreeable not to have a ready and persuasive answer intelligible to all. I can imagine.
Could be answered possibly in terms of the kind of life one has imagined for oneself. Or in terms of what one is actually doing.
Both good choices, said the Dead Father. Also their congruence or non-congruence would be of interest.
Ugh! said Julie.
I hope I haven’t spooked you.
I’d say you rather have.
Older people don’t really like younger people, the Dead Father said.
A person on horseback approaching the group.
It is that one who has been following us, said Julie.
I wonder who it is, said Emma.
I know who it is, Thomas said. It is Mother.
The horse halted. Mother sitting on the horse.
Mother, Thomas said, we need some things from the store.
Yes, Mother said.
A ten-pound bag of flour. The unbleached.
Mother produced a pencil and an envelope.
Ten-pound bag of the unbleached, she said.
We need garlic, bacon, tonic water, horseradish, cloves, chives, and chicory.
Garlic, bacon, tonic water, horseradish, cloves, chives, chicory.
We need cigarettes, chili powder, silver polish, mayonnaise, Lysol, croutons, and chutney.
Cigarettes, chili powder, silver polish, mayonnaise, Lysol, croutons, chutney.
We need eggs, butter, peanut oil, vermouth, beef bouillon, and barbecue sauce.
Eggs, butter, peanut oil, vermouth, beef bouillon, barbecue sauce.
We need scouring powder, hand soap, lighter fluid, Fig Newtons, and tennis balls.
Scouring powder, hand soap, lighter fluid, Fig Newtons, tennis balls. Is that it?
That’s it.
Very well, Mother said.
Thank you, Mother.
Mother reined her horse about and rode away.
I don’t remember her very well, said the Dead Father. What was her name?
Her name was Mother, Thomas said, let me have your keys, please.
My keys?
Yes let me have your keys.
I need my keys.
Let me have them, please.
Without my keys I can’t open anything.
I will keep them safe for you.
There are things I need my keys for, the Dead Father said. Things I need to open and close. Lock and unlock. Shut and unshut. Start and stop.
I will keep them safe for you.
I feel very uncomfortable without my keys! the Dead Father said.
They call it stormy Monday but Tuesday’s just as bad, Thomas said, your keys.
The Dead Father gave Thomas his keys.
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AndI. EndI. Great endifarce teeterteeterteetertottering. Willit urt. I reiterate. Don’t be cenacle. Conscientia mille testes. And having made them, where now? what now? Mens agitat molem and I wanted to doitwell, doitwell. Elegantemente. Ohe! jam satis, AndI. Pathetiqularly the bumgrab night and date through all the heures for the good of all. The Father’s Day to end all. Andl understand but list, list, let’s go back. To the wetbedding. To the dampdream. AndI a oneohsevenyearold boy, just like the rest of them. Pitterpatter. I reiterate&reiterate&reiterate&reiterate, pitterpatter. Remember some old Papsday when heaped all round with gifties, the delegations presenting themselves, the musicking, quantuscumque, I’m a jollygood jollygood, pip of a pap, loved and rererespected by all. Endjoying the endthusiasm which your endtente has endgendered. All kettlecooking they were that Papsday and bonfiring and bellringing and carnalvailing, AndI the papinjay of the day, laurelheaded and goldenrobed and homaged to the skies. They came to AndI in their dozensandhundreds and did their knee-bends, Andl most rightly and graciously and sweetly reiteratingandreiteratingandreiterating. The leader of the delegations mumbling something about maidens, how many maidens? AndI replied that Old AndI not so interested in maidens as formerly. Quantum mutatus illo! he said but seriouslynowseriouslynow how many maidens and how bedecked? AndI repeated that I was not so maidenminded as formerly but as a gesture in the direction of custom and tradition and honoring the old ways I would accept would reluctantly accept ex abundantia one with red hair and one with hair black as carbon and one with brown soft hair and one blond as corntassel nil consuetudine majus and one with two breasts and one who excelled in the art of falconry and one who was a philosopher and one who was by nature sad in the cast of her mind et cetera et cetera et cetera total of forty-four for Papsmearing that Papsday. They came to my couch that eve all lovely and giddygay and roaratorious and tum-tickling AndI paprikaed many papooses that night. I the All-Father but I never figured out figured out wot sort of animal AndI was. Endshrouded in endigmas. Never knew wot’s wot. I reguarded my decisions and dispositions but there wasn’t timeto timeto timeto. Endmeshed in endtanglements. There were things I never knew what made the pavement gray and what made the giant monuments move back and forth on the far horizon ceaselessly night and day on the far horizon and what made the leaves fibrillate on the trees and what comity meant and what made the heart stop and how unicorns got trapped in tapestries, these things I never learned. But AndI dealt out 1,856,700 slaps with the open hand and 22,009,800 boxes on the ear. Son, I’m not gonna hitya. I’m not gonna hitya unless you force me to it. Little cocksucker. Ceaselessly night and day for the good of all. AndI never wanted it it was thrust upon me. Feckless endangerment. Not a healthy endvironment. Reiterateandreiteratethattothebestofmyknowledgeandbelief I was Papping as best I could like my AndI before me palmam qui meruit ferat. It could have been otherwise. I could have refused it. Could have abjured it. Coastered along goodguying way through the world. Running a little shop somewhere, some little malmsey&popsicle place. Endeavoring to meet ends. To the bicker end. Endocardial endocarditis. Enowenowenow don’t want to undertake the OldPap yet. Let’s have a party. Pap in on a few old friends. Pass the papcorn. Wield my pappenheimer once again. Old Angurvadal! Companion of my finest hours! Don’t understand! Don’t want it! Fallo fallere fefelli falsum! My broad domainasteries! Pitterpatter. Thegreatestgoodofthegreatestnumber was a Princeapple of mine. I was compassionate, insofarasitwaspossibletobeso. Best I cud I did! Absolutely! No dubitatio about it! Don’t like! Don’t want! Pitterpatter oh please pitterpatter