In my somewhat biased opinion, guns are a curse. The world
would be a better place without any guns at all. The more control and
regulation the better. I find bullets, and lots of them, in Emily’s bedside
tables - enough to fill a small grocery bag. We have the bullets. Now, where in
God’s name, is the gun (or guns)?
(Atkinson, 2012)
Chapter
nine is all about the search for, and disposition of, a gun the executrix
has no idea even existed prior to the death of her friend. Her reaction, her
decisions regarding the gun, and her tenacity in ensuring the process is
carried out to her satisfaction all stem from a personal injury incident years
before. The story of the gun serves to illustrate how the emotions and
experience of an executor can become pivotal in estate decisions made along
the way.
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