Operation Navy Cross: God Country Family

Contents

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

CHAPTER V

CHAPTER VI

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

ADDENDUM

To My Mentors

CHAPTER I

The name on the door read, Emily Anne Francis, JD, and every time Emily Anne entered her office she felt disheartened. Especially when she saw the JD. What a waste of time for me, she would mutter to herself and for the benefit of anyone else who might be listening.

Emily had tried every facet of the law, but was always frustrated by what she felt was just plain dishonesty or as the legal conundrum deduced, if you don’t ask, you don’t have to tell. This was contrary to what she took seriously. She was an officer of the court and was bound to uphold the truth, and to speak the truth, for justice was indeed blind and needed all the help from the sighted she could get.

Emily had compromised with the truth from time to time so as to represent her client, as best she could, but when the dishonesty and deceit became intolerable she would turn the case over to another member of the firm. Over time this was causing concern for the senior partners, for this seemed to imply she wanted someone else to do the dirty work.

Emily had been a member of Skow, Block, Engle, Chauncey and Haussler for three years, on graduating from law school. Before that she had been an intern for two years. She had been passed over twice for a partnership, but she secretly cared less and was in hopes when the third time came around she would be passed over again, and shown the door.

It finally happened, and Emily had concluded this would force her to find her true place in the sun…so to speak.

This particular day was special for it was her twenty-seventh birthday and the end of her career with Skow, Block, Engle, Chauncey and Haussler, and hopefully with the law.

As she passed Ruth, her secretary, Emily lifted her hand, as if dismissing her, smiled and stopped in front of her office door. She turned ever so slowly and deliberately, all the while smiling, and purposely staring at Ruth thought, I never have liked you and I won‘t miss you one damn bit, and know the feeling is mutual. Emily turned back to face the door, kissed the middle and index fingers on her right hand, placed them on the JD after her name, and thought, Maybe in some other life! Her hand dropped to the door knob and at the moment she touched it, for the last time, felt relief. Somehow she felt she had compromised her genetic makeup and her basic beliefs to have allowed herself to subscribe to the legal profession.

Opening the door to her office, Emily, miraculously, felt like a new woman. Immediately her attention was drawn to the large bouquet of red roses, bottle of champagne, and two tall thin glasses siting on her desk. Doug Haussler sat at her desk with his back to her as he looked dejectedly out the window.

Doug, a tall, blond and blue-eyed self-effacing lawyer, son of the senior partner, hearing her enter, turned to sadly offer, Guess it’s a good morning to some but a sad goodbye for me, Emily

You’re absolutely right, she started to say, but Doug interrupted her with, My dear, dear, dearest Emily, how jealous, how envious I am of you and your just plain guts. Guts enough to kiss it goodbye for I know that is what you are going to do. I have always known you hated this damn profession and so do I, he said as he stood and began to move toward her.

Why don’t you come fly with me, Doug?

Because, my dear Emily, the senior Haussler would succumb to a one time conniption fit, and besides, I don’t know how to do anything else. My wife and daughters have become accustomed to eating and having the best of material acquisitions, he said with a rare sound of conviction, for Doug Haussler was known for vacillating.

Emily dropped his hands, stepped forward and kissing him on the cheek continued, Being single, I never had that pressure, Doug, added to my contempt, for what I’ve been doing.

Doug quickly interrupted, Emily, the only reason you’re not married is your fault. Besides, what’s wrong with not being married at twenty-seven? By the way, happy birthday. You are the most beautiful woman in every way. The right one for you just hasn’t come along. When he does, may he be thirty and rich. Remember! You can love a rich one better and easier than a poor one.

Emily was smiling as she listened to Doug’s characteristically soothing and charming conversation. It caused her attention to slowly drift as she realized she had not felt so relaxed and free in years. She felt cleansed, as if her sins had been washed away, and she was now ready for a new beginning. Suddenly she was drawn back to Doug, for he had paused and was watching her quizzically.

You’re not listening to me, my pet. You are missing compliments and good advice, he said laughing. Then turning to reach for the bottle of champagne he said reassuringly, Not to worry, I chilled it overnight. The bucket of ice routine was out of the question. Ruth, out there, likes to tell all she knows and I did not want to give her any satisfaction of knowing.

Emily laughed too, and nodding her head in total agreement reached out for a glass.

Doug poured the wine and as he and Emily faced each other they first clinked the glasses, then raised them to toast each other, and drank.

As he refilled the glasses Doug suggested, That first one was to us and this one is for you and your uncharted future. I want you to know, heck you know, I have always respected you and admired your many beauties, physical as well as others. As long as I am alive, I will be here to help you, if and when you ever need my help.

Without any reason or knowing they turned to face the blank wall and in unison threw their glasses. Both glasses hit the wall at the same time and the pieces fell together to intermingle on the floor.

Doug, without another word said, quickly turned and left, for his emotions were beginning to well in his eyes. He closed the door softly and as he passed Ruth, whose head was down, he thumbed his nose at her and thought, Some day I’ll give you one of these to your face, and then gave her the finger. He had wrought his anger against Ruth and the situation as best he knew how.

Emily pensively watched him leave and then, after sitting at her desk, turned the chair to look out over the city. The firm, at the Senior Haussler’s insistence, had given her a many windowed, corner office when she joined the firm. The firm had looked for several years for a potential female junior partner but had experienced difficulty in finding someone who could meet with Nicholas Haussler’s approval. His name was missing from the head of the list when he semi-retired, and Doug’s was added to the bottom.

However, Nicholas Haussler had the final word on all matters concerning the firm. He had instantaneously accepted Emily and was profoundly impressed by her academic achievements in college and law school. She had been at the top of her class both times. Her beauty caught everyone by surprise when meeting her for the first time. Nicholas Haussler knew her exceptional beauty and poise would support her courtroom demeanor and could influence juries. He was right, he usually was, for most male jurors spent their time looking at Emily. This infuriated the prosecution many times. All of Emily’s adversaries, held her legal competence in high regard, but as the District Attorney often said when coming up against her, "If she had the fire in her belly she should have, I would be scared as hell of her."

As Emily looked out of the window, a flood of resentment about what had happened the previous day came over her. She thought she had handled her resignation from the case tactfully and honestly. However, William Skow, the senior partner of record, was not willing to listen to her. He resented her turning over cases because she knew or suspected the defendant was guilty. It had not happened more than three times, but as he put it, that was three too many.

Emily knew in this case the defendant was guilty because he had told her he was, and laughed at the amount of money he had laid aside for his future. He was the president of a Savings and Loan in a small town west of Omaha and was a pompous ass. He left no detail unsaid, for Emily, on how he stole. Proud of what he had done, he expected her to find a way to keep him out of jail. He was arrogant, condescending and insulting, and Emily knew she could not defend him. She preferred to see him in jail. He had the temerity to seek control of the Savings and Loan, when it was taken over by Federal regulators, arguing he was the only person capable of returning the institution to a profitable status. He even had the effrontery to submit a bid. That was the last straw for Emily, and she graciously requested to be allowed to step aside. This led to some very harsh words and she was given a choice. She knew what she had to do, and now a day later, she felt confident her decision to accept the choice of voluntarily resigning, and then to quit the legal profession all together, had been a sound and profound solution to her dilemma. She had even gone so far as to start to think about what it was she really wanted to do with her life.

The intercom buzzed and she answered, "Yes, Ruth, what is it?"

Miss Francis, there is a young Marine, a Colonel Browning, here and he is requesting to see you, Ruth said with a caustic tenor to her voice.

Send the Colonel in, Ruth, Emily snapped back.

Emily fixed her eyes on the door as she waited. As the door opened a very tall, handsome young Colonel entered. Walking to her desk, he extended his hand. Emily rose to her feet and responded in kind. When their hands met, she felt the strength and warmth in his grip.

Emily casually released his hand and beckoned for the Colonel to be seated. She saw Ruth was delaying at the door and quipped, "Shut the door Ruth, from your side."

Ruth hesitated, but Emily’s menacing stare established the meaning of her words, and Ruth hurriedly exited. Discounting Ruth as the door closed, Emily returned her now dispassionate gaze to the Colonel, and asked, How can I help you, Colonel?

Miss Francis, I represent my Father, General Miles Browning. My father was an aide to your grandfather, Admiral Stuart Francis. Your grandfather, Admiral Francis, knowing you were his only grandchild, left specific instructions to be carried out on the event of your twenty-seventh birthday. The Colonel purposely stopped to observe Emily’s reaction.

Seeing the confusion and surprise in her eyes, he continued to look at her, for her beauty was now causing him to drink her in. Realizing his own confusion with the situation, he volunteered, You appear to be confused about what I am saying and frankly, I’m captured by a very attractive woman!

The handsome Colonels words suddenly caused Emily to break eye contact, and as her conflicting emotions fought, she stood and nervously remarked, Thank you, Colonel, for the compliment, but my evident misgiving about what you are saying is because my Grandfather Francis was not held in high regard by my Father or my Uncle. My sister, Mary Emma, and I never met the man, actually, we were told very little about him. I remember when Mary Emma died, he did not communicate in any way with my father. I knew he was a Doctor, and evidently a good one, because even today he is remembered and spoken of highly in various circles of the community, even after all of these years. However, until you mentioned it, I never knew he was an Admiral.

The tone of Emily’s voice had inexplicably hardened and caused the young Colonel to stand and ask as if prepared to leave, Do you wish to dismiss me, Miss Francis?

Emily flushed and hurriedly assured him by saying, No, no, Colonel. I’m somewhat confused and surprised you have shown up on this day, of all days, for I have just resigned from this law firm and these are my last moments in this office. I have decided to leave the law profession, because I realize I have let the profession compromise my beliefs and my being.

Emily stopped, for she had surprised herself at what she had revealed, and was now trying to measure what impact her words were having on the young Colonel, just as she would do with jurors. She saw what she felt was a willingness on his part to listen, so she continued, Forgive me, for I have no reason to be telling you these things, Colonel. Oh, call me Emily, and by the way, what is your first name?

Sensing the legal manipulation, he replied, Miles, Miles Browning.

Continue with your purpose for being here, Miles.

Eye contact was willingly reestablished by both parties. Momentarily smiles were exchanged and the young man said, Congratulations are in order, for a twenty-seventh birthday! Forgive me for not saying it sooner. When your grandfather died he had written instructions given to my father, and I am here today as my father’s emissary. There are duties to carry out in your grandfather’s name. I hold the memory of your grandfather and what he stood for in high esteem as I hold my own father. He was truly a great warrior, and a man all men held in high regard by giving him their respect and loyalty. It is also commonly known that respect and honor were and are not held for him by his sons. If you will give me the opportunity, I would like to introduce you to your grandfather as he has instructed. Then you can decide for yourself what kind of man he truly was, in every respect. As you know, the Admiral and his wife, Mary, are deceased. Their sincere desire was to know you and your sister, your mother, father, and your uncle, his wife and their children. The course of events denied this to them. However, there is still a mechanism by which you can come to know them. I know they will embrace you even in death, he said with authority.

Emily felt a diminishing resistance to this young man. Her emotions were telling her he was sincere and that he could not lie or be deceptive. He was obviously a complete officer and gentleman in every sense of the word. Her guard was down, for even though he was young, he was a full Colonel and highly decorated. Her decision about him caused her to stretch her hand back across the desk to him and he quickly grasped it.

Emily asked, Marine Colonel Miles Browning, how old are you?

I am twenty-eight years of age, Emily Anne Francis. Why do you ask?

I ask, for you seem to have accomplished a great deal in a mere twenty-eight years, Colonel, Emily said smiling and noting they continued to hold hands.

I had some excellent mentors who saw to it the best was instilled in me and the worst negated and then the best was extracted from me. That’s why I have such great respect for your grandfather, and it is also the reason why I am here today, he said formally, causing Emily to withdraw her hand.

Emily sat back in her chair and feeling her legal mein return thought, This Marine is not to be toyed with. Then she addressed him perfunctorily, It would appear I have allowed myself to interrupt your mission, Colonel. Please continue.

"Not at all, my mission is, with your permission, to introduce you to your grandfather as he planned and instructed. He cared for his sons and their families very much. That there was no reciprocity from his sons or their families, I can tell is a concern for you. However, he was a man of this world and its realities. He never wavered from doing what he knew had to be done, which was not always what he would have preferred. Most fathers and sons do not communicate as well as they should, but most important, they often do not understand each other.

The father must be the teacher and the son the disciple, but the young male of the species, after awhile, a short while, finds it hard to be a follower and seemingly becomes suspicious of where his father mentor is leading him. Your grandfather understood this and left instructions that after his death, you are to be given this key."

The Colonel abruptly stood and produced from his pocket a silver key, and handing it to Emily continued. This key is to a safe deposit box at the Bank of Bennington. Your grand father and the past president of the bank were friends. The banker understood your grandfather better than most. I am here to escort you to the bank and be present to answer any questions you might have and to be of further assistance, if necessary. The only condition is that you have an open mind to what is presented.

Colonel, excuse me, Miles, I never heard much about my grandfather, as I have said, and any reference about him was usually cutting. My father did say my grandfather was a warrior’s warrior, whatever that means. He did not elaborate. I can assure you I have an open mind along with a free schedule. You could not have picked a better time. I am searching for something that might lead me from this wasteland of my life to a new and better life.

Emily, knowingly, dismissed any reservations she might have felt about this virile young man and jumping to her feet to point at the office door cried out, Lead on Colonel, lead on.

Miles Browning saw in her flashing eyes what he had always wanted, in the woman he had been searching for. He smiled and simply said, Follow me, Emily Anne Francis, follow me.

Ruth was waiting in the outer room, and as Emily dashed through the door she reached out with her hand. Emily only had time to touch it, and looking back over her shoulder quipped, Ruth maybe we can have a drink someday, and talk about it.

That would suit me fine. Call me anytime, Ruth called after her with a new found softness to her voice Emily had never heard.

Slowing her step, Emily reached back to grasp the Colonel’s arm as they strode through the main office. Some of the secretaries waved as they passed and there was a general applause in the background as they made their way through the large oak doors of the main entrance.

Emily stopped, turned, and saw that her name had been removed from the wall next to the doors. She turned back, laughing, and drew the Colonel’s arm closer to her body and instructed, As I have said,lead on my Marine, lead on.

Colonel Browning had leased a black, two door Cadillac at the airport. He had flown from Kansas City to Omaha for he wanted to maximize the time he had to complete his mission. His command was a Marine special forces command with direct ties to Naval Intelligence. He had graduated from the Naval Academy and was the youngest full Colonel the United States Marine Corps had ever had in place. His career and life had been planned and laid out by the three people he held most dear in his life. His mother, Victoria, his father, General Miles

T. Browning USMC, and his father’s best friend, Admiral Stuart Parker Francis. The Admiral’s wife, Mary, had always been his special confidant. His father had cut special orders for him to initiate and complete his present mission within two weeks from the date of Emily’s twenty seventh birthday. No expense was too much, just an all out effort to complete the mission was expected. Thus, the Cadillac.

Approaching the car Emily dropped his arm, stepped back and scaling the car with her thumb, whistled, and commented sarcastically, Didn’t know United States Marine Colonels made this kind of money.

They don’t, he shot back. But they make enough to rent one for special occasions, such as this, he chided. Opening the door for her he continued, We’re off to Bennington to initiate your introduction to your grandfather, and handed her another key.

Emily looked at the key but said nothing. The ride to Bennington would take about twenty-five minutes and she could see the determination in the young Colonel’s eyes as he drove off.

After several blocks of silence, Emily reflected on what had happened over the previous two days. She smiled as she admitted to herself, her decision was quite a turn of events. She had called her mother and father to explain what she had decided. She had expected some emotional opposition, but was surprised when her father confided he had considered many times giving up the practice of medicine. He cautioned her that frustration with one’s profession was usual, but if, as she had stated, it was a matter of her just not liking the profession, then by all means she must move on. Her mother only asked, Are you certain you are making the right decision, Emily? You have invested a great deal of time and effort to become an attorney.

So there it was, the two people she loved and trusted the most were, for all intents and purposes, behind her in any decision she made.

As they left the city, the open expanses of the countryside began to interrupt her thoughts. Looking up, Emily was captured by the beauty of the clouds, and the crisp air creeping in the slightly opened window brought her back to the reality of this first day of June and her twenty-seventh birthday. Emily felt good, relieved, and positive about what lay ahead.

Turning her head to look at the Colonel, Emily quickly decided he was quite handsome, and that there was no doubt he was very sure of himself. He was deep in thought and as Emily touched his arm, she remarked, Excuse me, Colonel,…

Quickly interrupting, the Colonel asked, I thought we were going to be on a first name basis?

Well, Colonel, I’m sorry but I don’t like your first name, and besides, you look more like the Colonel you are than any Colonel I’ve ever seen. Therefore, with your permission, I will call you Colonel, Sir!

Permission granted, he countered and with a softened voice added, My Emily.

Why thank you, my Colonel, Emily replied as she moved closer to him while squeezing his arm and added, Something has happened, hasn’t it?

I feel there has. You have the same feeling?

I do.

Agreed, but first things first. There’s the Bank of Bennington, and we have arrived.

CHAPTER II

The Bank of Bennington sat on the outskirts of town with a commanding view of the surrounding farms. In a small valley, just south of the bank, the town proper could be seen.

The son of the bank’s founder had been a fast friend of Emily’s Grandfather. When no one else would consider a needed loan, at reasonable rates, the banker would always find a way to lend a helping hand. His name was Jerrold Perry, and banking had been in his family for generations. In fact it was Jeremiah Perry, his Great, Great, Grandfather, who had first started the bank in the back of his saloon, for he was, The only person of the land, in these parts, a farmer could trust.

Jeremiah had loved being a saloon keeper and he liked most people. However, the Missouri River, over by Omaha, was bringing in some mighty tricky characters from St Louis and Kansas City, via the river boats. However, experience taught him he had to allow, anyone from St. Joe was most likely a thief and a liar until he could prove otherwise. Jeremiah was forever making loans to these scallywags, even though he knew better. He was a soft touch, for a hard luck story, but in general was a good businessman, which the years proved to be correct.

Over the years the Perry Bank never foreclosed on a farmer overdue on his note. Even during the great depression, Perry money was used to keep as many farmers and ranchers afloat and fed as possible. It was often repeated around the Perry dinner table, when times were tight, they had better not alter this course or they would have to reckon with Jeremiah on judgement day.

It was a proud day for Jerrold Perry when his daughter, Katherine, decided to make banking a career. There had never really been any doubt in her mind. This would be her role in life. Her brother, John, previously floundered about being in the bank, but had recently joined Katherine after the death of their father. They loved each other very much, understood their stewardship of life, and wanted to carry out the traditions of the bank so as to make each other and their ancestors proud of them…on judgement day.

Katherine and John had been alerted by General Browning his son would be escorting Emily to the bank for the purpose of opening safe deposit boxes left in their trust by Admiral Francis. The contents had been disclosed to Jerrold Perry by Admiral Francis after the death of his grandchild, Mary Emma Francis. He had been further instructed to hold the deposit boxes for his granddaughter until her twenty-seventh birthday.

Katherine and John were standing and waiting at the window as the black, two door Cadillac pulled up. They were curious to see what decisions this young woman would make.

Katherine was tall, willowy and moved with an air of confidence. John was short, muscular and rarely asserted himself. Yet both radiated the inherited Perry sense of warmth, giving people who knew them a feeling of security in their presence and in their dealings with them.

They hurried to the front door to greet the Colonel and Emily Anne Francis. Under her breath Katherine muttered, My, my, my, what a handsome escort!

Easy, Katherine, easy, you’re married, my sweet, John chided.

But, not blind.

Introductions were made, and they walked back to Katherine’s office. There was a large picture of her father behind her chair at the head of a large table which served as her desk. Eight people could be comfortably seated around the table. The office was well appointed and business like, but it was apparent family ties were strong for there were portraits everywhere. There was a large formidable picture of Jeremiah by the door. He was always facing and looking at Katherine and when asked about the picture, she would remark, No doubt, Grandfather is keeping score.

Katherine sat at the head of the table, in her usual position, and carefully selected the seat to her right for Emily and to her left for the Colonel. When Emily’s seat was determined, John hurriedly sat down next to her and smiled.

Katherine smiled at John’s sudden fascination with Emily and spoke, "Miss Francis, Colonel, my office is yours to use in opening and reviewing the contents of the safe deposit boxes set aside for Miss Francis by her grandfather. Our regular facility is modest, and I think you will find this office more comfortable.

Please permit us to wish you a happy birthday, Miss Francis, for it is the occasion of your birthday that brings us together."

Emily placed her hand on the table. The two keys the Colonel had given her quietly slid from her hand as she said,I should like to call you Katherine, and turning quickly to John added, and call you John, if you both will call me Emily. I know nothing about what is going to happen here today. However, I am pleased to have met all three of you, and the excitement of what lies ahead is building.

Emily smiled at the Colonel as she reached out in front of Katherine to touch his hand. He flushed and Katherine quickly replied, Emily, John and Katherine it is. However, I have the feeling the Colonel will stay the Colonel, and she smiled cautiously as she nodded toward the Colonel. He nodded his head approvingly, for he was use to having people wanting to call him Colonel, and he liked it.

Katherine continued, "Emily, before we get to the safe deposit boxes, I have a letter for you, to be read by me, from your Grandfather Francis.

John and I only knew him as youngsters and only on two occasions when he was here at the bank seeing Father. We have heard many stories from Father about your grandfather and his endless exploits. Father often told us he never met another man who cultivated and placed so much emphasis on honesty, sincerity, and integrity as your grandfather. He was a prime example of what he preached. Father, also mentioned he was a complex man but always knew what was right, what he had to do, and then he would do it come hell or high water. So saying, and with your permission, I will read his letter."

Emily hung on Katherine’s every word and offered, What kind words, Katherine. Please go on.

Katherine eagerly tore open the envelope she held in her hand, removed the contents and began, "To all of you gathered this day with my granddaughter on her twenty-seventh birthday, greetings. To my Emily Anne, I say, that on the day I learned of Mary Emma’s death I made the arrangements you are now a part of. I have never seen your face other than in the pictures sent by your mother. I have never held you in my arms, or kissed you, but I have held you in my heart, and my mind, these many years.

Life deals the hands and we play the cards the best we can. There can be no regrets or recriminations, excuses or blame. My purpose is to expose and introduce you to the heritage represented by your name. I believe what happens in the next few days, if you are willing, will bring us closer together and produce a new understanding and a new purpose to your life.

On this, your twenty-seventh birthday, I would like to introduce myself to you and be a part of your life.

I have always and will always be with you. So saying I now ask a, Perry, family member, to continue."

The letter was signed, As Always, and, Forever, With Love, your Grandfather, Stuart Parker Francis.

Katherine paused, and handed the letter to Emily. There was a quiet in the room, a reverence, and it was evident to everyone that each had been moved by the Admiral’s words.

Emily felt a rush of excitement and could feel her anticipation building for what was to come next. Katherine continued, Emily, we will now take the two keys that you have to the vault, and then we will bring the two safe deposit boxes back to my office so you can open them and examine their contents in private.

I would prefer, Katherine, everyone stay with me for I am very excited and need your support. Also, I know you all deserve to share with me whatever is in store.

All acquiesced willingly to Emily’s request, and in a matter of minutes had returned to Katherine’s office with a very large, and a very small safety deposit box.

Emily took the silver key and opened the large box first as Katherine instructed her to do. Inside was another letter and a large silver cross. The cross brought immediate comments about its beauty. The face of the cross had been inlaid with a very delicate filigreed intertwining of roses and ivy. Emily turned the cross over and read the inscription, In Memory of those we have loved.

When the cross had been passed around, so all could closely examine it, Emily carefully opened the letter and read out loud, My Dearest Emily, There have been three motivating forces in my life. Most of my beliefs and actions were based upon my belief in God, my Country and my Family. The cross you are holding was given to me by John Paul and Faith, who are my dear friends, and who worked with me to care for my Villa Immortelle`, outside of Naples, Italy. Please, now open the second box.

Emily placed the letter on the table, took the second key and opened the smaller box. She found another black box with a gold seal of the President of the United States stamped on its cover. She eagerly opened it and found a medal. Promptly handing it across the table to the Colonel, she picked up the letter and began to read again, "The content of the second box is the Navy Cross presented to me by the United States of America. I want you to have it in remembrance of me.

I ask you to take the silver cross to Villa Immortelle`and return it to its rightful and only place. While at the Villa, I would ask you to read my novel. It was written to explain to you the three facets of my life. All expenses for yourself and the person accompanying you to the bank this day are paid for. Further, you will receive a monthly income, for the rest of your life, from a trust Mary and I have established in your name. The amount of the income will be disclosed to you by