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Re: Fill Eduardo/Mark Fairytale AU Part 1 (b)

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Finally, after what seemed like an interminable wait, and after all the furniture that could possibly be sold had been hurriedly carried away, his solicitor turned back to Eduardo, snapping his black leather gloves on briskly. Eduardo was nearly swaying on the spot by then. He hadn’t eaten anything besides a light stew for dinner the night before, but he wasn’t about to mention this to a complete stranger.

Lawyers are a necessary evil, Eduardo, his father had said to him once, before all the drinking and the-before everything. They feed on you like leeches, and if you don’t give them blood willingly, they’ll take it from you anyway. Never trust them.

But this man didn’t look particularly threatening. He just looked annoyed that he’d been forced to stand in the sun for an entire afternoon for a dead client who had lost all his money on drink and cards.

“Well then, Mr. Saverin,” he said, holding out his hand. Eduardo shook it lightly. It wasn’t a real handshake, more like a suggestion of fingers touching his. He had a funny way of framing his sentences. Eduardo could practically see the commas floating in the air as the man spoke. He wondered if it was something peculiar to lawyers. “That’s nearly everything sorted out. By my estimates, if we auction off the house, including the-er-furniture, which I had assessed, we should be able to cover the costs of your father’s debts, which are-ahem-more extensive than previously thought, as well as the small matter of my fees and the cost of the funeral. Funeral expenses, I’m sorry to say, have increased quite dramatically in the last few years. In fact, you could say that it’s-ahem-more expensive these days to be dead than alive!” He seemed pleased with this borrowed wit.

“I think I’ve heard that one before.”

“Of course,” the solicitor said, smile fading, “Well, there is just the matter-ahem-of your father’s personal effects. Would you like me to send them to your lodgings? I must warn you, however, that the expense involved in moving--”

“Oh, for God’s sakes,” Eduardo interrupted tiredly, “Burn everything, sell everything, do whatever you see fit. I don’t want to set eyes on anything of his ever again.”

“Ah. Very well. I will take care of it. You will receive a letter from me in the near future.” He looked at his pocket watch again and winced as he snapped it shut, “Good God, I really must be going now. Permit me to offer you my condolences. It must be-ahem-a very difficult time for you. Good day, Mr. Saverin.”

“Good day,” Eduardo said softly as he turned to look at the wreckage of his former home. The windows were curtainless and empty-eyed. He could make out the green walls of his nursery through the windows of the first floor. The paint was peeling now, and his old cradle had been taken away-to be burnt, to be sold, he didn’t know. His nurse had stayed on with them for years after he’d grown old enough to take care of himself.

Eduardo had finally been forced to send her away the year before, with two months’ worth of wages, when it became clear that the ‘situation’ with his father wasn’t going to clear itself up. He’d tried explaining to her that he couldn’t keep her on without pay, as she’d stated very loudly that she was perfectly willing to do. He was too proud to ask her to stay with him out of charity or obligation-or even, perhaps especially, out of love.