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Weemsby explained. "So, since the day you passed your eighteenth birthday, you have been of legal age, which simplifies things -- it means you don't have to become a ward of a court. We have your parents' authorization; now we add yours -- and then it doesn't matter how long it takes the courts to decide that your parents are dead, or to settle their wills. Judge Bruder and I and the others who have to do the work can carry on without interruption. A time gap is avoided . . . one that might cost the business many megabucks. Now do you understand?"
"I think so."
"Good. Let's get it done." Weemsby started to open the folder.
Grandmother always said to read before signing -- then think it over. "Uncle Jack, I want to read them."
"You wouldn't understand them."
"Probably not." Thorby picked up the folder. "But I've got to learn."
Weemsby reached for the folder. "It isn't necessary."
Thorby felt a surge of obstinacy. "Didn't you say Judge Bruder prepared these for me?"
"Yes."
"Then I want to take them to my apartment and try to understand them. If I'm 'Rudbek of Rudbek' I ought to know what I'm doing."
Weemsby hesitated, then shrugged. "Go ahead. You'll find that I'm simply trying to do for you what I have always been doing."
"But I still ought to understand what I'm doing."
"Very well! Good night."
Thorby read till he fell asleep
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