Page 154 - Too Much and Never Enough - Mary L. Trump

“Your uncle Robert tells me you and your brother are suing for twenty percent of your grandfather’s estate.”
I felt blindsided and said nothing right away. Obviously Rob had broken our agreement and told my grandmother his version of what we’d been discussing. But the other thing that held me up was that my grandmother spoke as if our getting what would have been my father’s share of the estate was somehow wrong and unseemly. I was confused—about loyalty, about love, about the limits of both. I’d thought I was part of the family. I’d gotten it all wrong.
“Gam, we haven’t asked for anything. I don’t know what Rob told you, but we’re not suing anybody.”
“You’d better not be.”
“We’re just trying to figure this out, that’s all.”
“Do you know what your father was worth when he died?” she said. “A
whole lot of nothing.”
There was a pause and then a click. She’d hung up on me.