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Inside the warm, well-lit living room, the atmosphere was one of triumphant celebration.<\/p>\n
Kevin sprawled on his father\u2019s favorite leather recliner, his feet resting on the ottoman Arthur had strictly forbidden shoes on. He held a glass of expensive scotch\u2014Arthur\u2019s 18-year-old single malt\u2014in his hand. Across from him, his wife, Jessica, was already flipping through paint swatches, holding them up against the cream-colored walls.<\/p>\n
\u201cI hate this wallpaper,\u201d Jessica said, wrinkling her nose as she peeled a strip of the floral pattern Arthur and Martha had picked out in the nineties. \u201cIt smells like old people. We need to gut this whole floor. Open concept. Knock down that wall to the kitchen.\u201d<\/p>\n
Kevin laughed, a sound that lacked any warmth. It was the laugh of a man who thought he had won a lottery he didn\u2019t buy a ticket for. \u201cDo whatever you want, babe. It\u2019s ours now. Finally.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure she won\u2019t come back?\u201d Jessica asked, pausing. \u201cWhat if she has a key?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI changed the locks this morning,\u201d Kevin bragged, swirling his drink. The ice clinked musically against the crystal. \u201cLet her try. She\u2019ll see the note and go crying to her sister in Jersey. I\u2019m done carrying her. Dad is gone, and the law is the law. I\u2019m the only son. Possession is nine-tenths of the law, right? I\u2019m in the house. She\u2019s out.\u201d<\/p>\n
He took a long, burning sip. \u201cI deserve this house. I put up with his lectures for thirty years. \u2018Kevin, get a job.\u2019 \u2018Kevin, save your money.\u2019 This is my payment for listening to that old man drone on.\u201d<\/p>\n