Chapter 27 Daisy
I escaped the house as soon as I could and ran for the bike. I had no idea how I ended up in this situation. I’d better let Janie know Dylan’s decision. Hopefully she can offer some advice. I’m an ER nurse, not a paediatric one. It’s been a long time away from kids.
I pulled up at the lawyers office in time for the appointment with Darcy.
I pushed the bike into a park where it was protected.
Despite Jim’s earlier pronouncement, he’d lent me his granddad’s bike to ride around on.
The blank jacket and helmet kept me hidden as well.
I sighed in delight. Only one thing was stopping life from being any better…
and I was about to take the next step in getting it.
An hour later, it was done. I’d started the divorce process.
I didn’t know what assets Blaze had stashed away now, but he also had Dylan to look after, so I tried to be as fair as I could.
All I really wanted was my freedom, but the car he bought me would be safer than the rust bucket I currently had.
He wasn’t using it anyway. He could keep the house to raise Dylan in.
The jewelry was mine. I earned each of those pieces by putting up with his infidelity.
Hopefully it would be easy to get his signature, and then it was just a matter of filing.
I also caught up with Dad’s last will and testament.
It was pretty straightforward. Everything went to Mom, so she had enough to live on for the rest of her life.
She was right about the cremation. He also requested a club ride, which would be par for the course, but it would be up to Bull to approve, as president of the club.
Everything was good to go. So, I went and visited some funeral homes.
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I returned back to Mom’s house after finding a funeral home director that most appealed to me. He was sweet and professional, until he figured out who the funeral was for. Then he laughed and relaxed.
“I know Matchstick,” he said, shaking his head. “I know exactly what to do. Just let Molly know that little morbid kid is on the case.” He chuckled at my expression.
“My rebellious phase included a stint prospecting for the Riders. Matchstick was the one who took me aside a few months in and gave me the heads up that the funeral business world was not compatible with the Riders. I had to knock off the zombie shit, as he called it, or drop out.”
He paused in his memories.
“Best come-to-Jesus speech I’ve ever heard. I handed in my kutte, floored it back home, and never left.” He glanced at me. “The dead don’t swear like your father does, well, did.”
I chuckled back at him, my own memories floating up. He patted my shoulder and reassured me that Dad would have his ideal funeral. I paid the deposit, and hopped back on the bike.
A truck pulled out onto the road from Mom’s house just as I was coming around the corner.
Dylan and Blaze waved to me nonchalantly, as if I was just someone on a bike.
I guess the disguise worked. Thank God my timing was also impeccable.
With any luck, the funeral would be the last time I’d have to see him…
unless he disputed the divorce. If he did, oooh boy, would I fight. I had a Jim to catch.