The phone call came in the middle of the night. It was an unknown number, but she could see that it was from England. A certain dread settled in her heart. It was going to be bad news.
And it was. Her father had passed away in the nursing home, peacefully in his sleep. She was asked to come home to attend to the affairs of the estate and sort out the legalities of his will.
She asked Joe, her boyfriend, to come with her. He was swamped with work but she insisted. They were going to be married soon and she needed him with her.
There were no surprises in the will. She inherited everything. The old family home, affectionately called the old heap, was to be hers, but she couldn’t sell it just live there. It was to be passed on to her progeny!
She didn’t want to come home to England. She had a good job and life in the states. She was quite undecided about the house. Joe came up with the idea of turning it into an orphanage and establishing a trust in her father’s name. Nothing in the will prohibited that.
So the old heap was renamed, Lord Sanders home. She was sure that her father would be happy with this decision.