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I met her in the park by accident one morning. She was sitting by the ornamental lake on a bench contemplating the last few water fowl. Her face was flushed, she had been weeping. Years had gone by, and she had never seen the man that said he loved her - I knew it couldn't be that anymore. He couldn't have really loved her enough.

"Hello," I said tentatively, sitting down beside her, it wouldn't hurt to try a chat, she knew me already from the hospital.
"Oh, hi," she said, slowly turning to see who I was. She flinched. I tried not to let it show how much that threw me.
"I don't know if you remember... me." I said, half wishing I hadn't bothered.
"Yes, I do," she remarked quietly, "You were one of the Nurses at the hospital some years back."
Quick mind, I thought, she never went back. "Yes, I give it up at the end of the week. I'm going back to college, will work in a designer shop."
"Clothes?" she enquired, "I used to love that kind of thing. Used to watch the fashion shows."
"Stuffs too fancy to wear," I laughed, thinking of the strange way out creations. "For real I mean."
"Yeah!" she answered slowly, "I was just sitting here thinking things out."

"Sounds good to me," I said calmly. "I have whole days doing that, sometimes I go back in time and think about relatives way back in childhood. I never was given anything they left, just told about the wills by my Grandfather. I was a looked after kid and in those days, the family that took you in, took it all."
"Payment? Sounds very unfair!"
"I guess they didn't get paid otherwise, and they did look after me and keep me safe."
"Did they really take it all?"
"I've never seen a family will yet, I did get a bit when my foster Mum died, apparently they took a vote and decided they ought to give me a share. They voted one of us out!"

"God help anyone from a family like that!"

"Well Grandad did a will made on the parable of the talents. He kind of adopted the family I was with, because they said they did me. So..."
"From the bible?"
"Yes he said it was so we could catch the traitors. The stuff we bought back then, it should by rights belong to the Queen. I promised never to take the will, to leave it 50 years and then give it to her. Intact!"
"Did you do it?"
"No, I was never allowed to see the will again. I feel really bad because I heard on the TV that someone had sold part of it to the Spanish - and that means whoever did is the traitors we wanted to find all those years ago."

There was a pause. She said suddenly, "You're not mentally ill are you?"
"No, but without the will I can't prove all this. Really annoying huh?"
She gave me this amazed look. "I think I'll look up this parable."
"Sure - the parable of the talents. Matthew 25:14-30 Do. Actually you can see how it fits."

"Will you be here again?" she said hesitantly, her turn this time to be nervous.
"Yes, I do this jog about twice a week. Have to keep it up. Or my bum will sag!"
"When you come back I'll tell you about my boyfriend and the will I was supposed to take."
"Okay," I said, "Deal! Perhaps we can help each other."
"You know you can get copies of wills from Somerset House," she offered.
"Yes tried that," I replied, "I was said to be taken in accross the family - hidden under a different name. I sometimes think my Grandfather didn't always use the same name either."