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</div>Greg hated to admit it, but part of the reason he had come to the reading of the will was just to see his sister implode.  Perhaps he should feel guilty for finding her growing anger entertaining.  But then, they'd never gotten along.  She was the pampered first child who got everything she wanted as long as mother was alive.  He had less time with their mother and ended up with the strict father who demanded more than Greg could deliver.  Plus, their father played them against each other, a sick game Greg fell into without realizing it.  If he hated his sister, then it was his father who orchestrated that hate.<br/><br/>Greg wasn't in the will anymore than Grace was.  And he was fine with that.  He'd come to terms with his father's eccentricities long ago. He would miss the father he knew as a child and would try to keep that father in his memory, while forgetting what he'd become later in life.  He sat in the library, with a cup of coffee in one hand, and a book in the other, while waiting for the guests to arrive.  Some of the names he recognized, while others he had no clue of their relationship to his father.  One of them was probably going to end up owning this mansion.  Unless the old man was giving it to charity or some trust.  Greg had a nice apartment on the top floor of his bookshop/coffeeshop, and that was enough for him.  Sis probably had expected more.<br/><br/>He heard and saw Audrey scurrying down the Grand Staircase and towards the front door.  Turning to look out the front window, he could see a line of cars approaching the house.  Some looked fancy and some looked like they belonged to the hired help.  But it was hard to judge people based on their cars.  He'd never bought a new car and chose models that were less likely to be stolen.<br/><br/>Greg had learned to be frugal as his father's fortunes had waned.  And even after the business had rebounded, he remained frugal, never knowing what his father might do next to squander the family fortune.  He became suspicious of where that new money came from and decided to severe his connections to that new money.  If dad was doing something shady, he didn't want any part of it.<br/><br/>When he heard the conversation in the entryway, he got up to peek out the door of the library.  Grace might not have recognized Rikkie, but Greg did.  He, or rather was it she now, looked quite attractive.  Rikkie was a puzzle to Greg simply because he or she seemed to touch a kinder and gentler side of the old man than his own children did.  Greg should have been jealous.  But by that time in his relationship with his father, he was past caring.  He puzzled momentarily over Grace's comment "When", but that was something to think about later.<br/><br/>For him, with the guests arriving, the entertainment was about to begin.