V is for Victorious
Once the will was found, Max turned uglier than imaginable. He insisted the will was a forgery, and if perchance the signature was authentic Ida had apparently been coerced into giving a total stranger the house his brother built . He copied down the name and address of Susan D. Schleicher and warned he would take a trip to South Rockdale and check out this supposed lawyer.
By time the excitement died down it was nearly ten-thirty, and no one had eaten breakfast. Wilbur , feeing victorious and vindicated, offered to take everyone to the diner, his treat. Everyone nodded yes, except Max. He skulked off, saying he’d get to the bottom of this.
Louie laughed. “You’re at the bottom of it.”
Max didn’t bother to respond. The thought of losing something that rightfully belonged to him crawled under his skin and caused an itch that was impossible to scratch.