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“I don’t mind at all. Just stop me if I start running my mouth again.”
“I get that Cena didn’t want to leave Jimmy anything, but why didn’t she leave it to Johnny?”
“That, I don’t know. Like I said, she didn’t talk about it much.”
“What about Jimmy and Johnny’s mom?”
Juni’s eyes opened wide, and she reached for the photo we were looking at earlier. “That’s who this woman is. Jim’s wife, err, their mom.” She studied the image. “She had an unusual name. From what I remember when Miss Cena said it, it sounded like a cartoon character. A recent one, though. All I can think of is Cruella and Maleficent, and I know it wasn’t one of those.”
“Juni, was it Ursula?”
She snapped her finger. “That’s it. Wait. Are you okay? You’re pale, all of a sudden. Did I say something wrong?”
“How’s it going, ladies?” Beau walked into the room, looked at me, then rushed over and sat on the floor next to me. “What’s wrong? What’s happened?”
I shook my head and rolled my shoulders. “I’m sure it’s nothing. Just a coincidence.”
“What is?” he pressed, looking from me to Juni.
“Miss Cena’s nephew’s wife’s name was Ursula.”
“And?”
Juni shrugged, and they both looked at me.
“My grandmother had a sister named Ursula.”
Juni held up the photo. “This is her, but it’s kind of hard to see what she looked like.”
“Are there any more?” Beau asked.
I shrugged like Juni had.
“Let’s look.” Beau carefully gathered a stack of photos that he handed to Juni, then handed another to me. “I’ll sort through what’s left in the box.”
“Juni, if you need to leave, it’s okay,” I told her.
“I’m fine. Gray knows where to find me. Actually, he might not come up here. I’ll text him.”
I went back through the photos I’d looked at earlier that weren’t identified, then divided them into piles whenever a similar-looking person was in the picture. Then I sifted through those Beau had taken out of the box. Most were of Cena with her husband or son, sometimes both. There were also quite a few of Blanche.
“Gray asked if we needed help.”
“We could take the lot downstairs,” Beau suggested.
“If it’s okay, I’d rather not.” I motioned to the several piles I had started. “He can come up, though.”
“I’ll tell him.”
When he joined us, Juni showed him the photo of Cena, her son, and the woman she said she thought was Ursula. Beau divided his set, and Grayson began sorting half of it.
They both added photos to the piles I’d already started at a far quicker pace than I was.
“Sorry, I’m taking so much longer than you all are,” I said, looking at them, then Beau.
He leaned over and kissed me. “Take all the time you need, my love. Something tells me you’re holding your ancestry in your hands.”
While Ursula was my grandmother’s sister’s name, and even if by some crazy coincidence it was her, it still didn’t explain why Cena would leave her entire estate to her niece-in-law’s grandniece.
