“I don’t know how my siblings and cousins can face themselves,” said Molly, “after they have bowed and scraped to nasty Great Uncle Wilfred. They’re doing it for the money. It’s two-faced. It’s deplorable. I’m having none of it. I’m not a hypocrite like them. I won’t accept as much as a penny.”
Old, doddery, mean, extremely rich, unmarried Great Uncle Wilfred did die, and his extensive fortune was evenly distributed to all his nieces and nephews. Molly was excited. This was her opportunity to buy a decent car.
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