Crystal Clear
Crystal Clear By: Virginia Allen Leona Garth leaned forward expectantly. "How much longer...sir?" The man waiting at his desk looked up from not a long distance. He consulted his wrist timepiece as if he was a professional. "I can't say," he whispered as if his voice were joining with the wind outside. "Maybe another half hour. Ten minutes at my best guess--" He blinked at her before he returned to either disordering or straightening things in his bag. Leona was mute. She glanced at Frank's closed eyes. She could only barely tell that he was still breathing. This was enough to make her smile. She could barely describe the amount of time that it was taking to own her cousin's estate. It was taking so long. He must've been far bast eighty, for all that she knew. In her youth, she had shared fears of him living past her, the same as he lived past all of his other relatives. But presently-- "I have to go get water." The doctor's v...