My father’s girlfriend told me he had fallen asleep, and then disappeared. It was all very simple.
As she continued to talk to me, I grasped onto Marc, feeling my whole body start to shiver with sadness. He could not hear what she was saying, but I think he knew.
She told me he had been in bed all day. and the last he had done that afternoon was to call Thierry. He had been on the phone with him two hours, and then when the call ended, he told her to draft a check from his account and have it sent overnight to Thierry.
He had bought us our home in Venice Beach…
When we came home, Thierry was waiting in the drive way. He was holding a manilla envelope in his hand. He approached us silently, and handed it to me.
I opened it, there was all the paper work that we would need as the new home owners.
He then turned and walked away, disappearing into the night.
My condolences on the loss of your father. Also, my hopes that Thierry is now finally out of your life for good. As I said before, no matter what good happened with him in the past, the spiteful and vindictive little SOB he is now is toxic to your life and your marriage, and you’re better off without him in either. IMHO, of course.
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