“Thanks.” Wynifred said, her voice muffled due to the woman not even looking up to register anything Lita had said. All that she seemed to notice was that she was given something, but what that was, she either didn't care about, or didn't think was a big deal. “You have maaaaail.” Adelita said as she grabbed the piece of mail from what looked to be from some law firm, maybe? And shook it in the woman's face. “Uh-oh. Was someone naughty when I was away? Tell me everything!” Lita laughed, and plopped down in the chair next to Wynifred and looked at the woman expectantly. ”No, of course I didn't get into any trouble. That's your department.” Wynifred muttered bitterly, not forgetting about Mexico and the **** storm Adelita tossed them into. “And, I'm bored already.” Adelita proclaimed as she stood up and went to the cupboard where she kept a few bottles of different things. Such as booze and cerveza. Lita grabbed the tequila, placed it on the counter in the kitchen and poured them both a good sized cup of it. “You need to learn to relax. It's Christmas break. Lighten up, already.” Adelita complained before shoving the cup in the woman's hand.
“So what is it then?” She wondered. Part of her couldn't help but wonder if maybe Wynifred got tired of her crap and was ratting on her, or her padre. Why else would a law firm be mailing her something? Wynifred didn't work there...so Lita couldn't help but have her interests piqued. ”If I open it, will you leave me alone for the rest of the night?” Wynifred countered, hoping Adelita would take the bait. The woman nodded slowly, but then raised a finger that didn't have her own tequila in it. “Yes,” The 'y' sounding like a 'j,' “But, only if you watch this weeks Telenovela.” She smiled, still nodding. ”Deal. Wynifred ripped open the envelope and started silently reading it before she stopped and had a look of surprise on her face. ”It's not from a lawyer's firm, but from an acquisition firm.” She said and then folded the letter up nonchalantly.
Adelita rolled her eyes and snatched the letter out of her thrall's fingers, opened it and read what it said. Basically, from what the woman could make out, a great uncle of Wynifred's died and had come into possession of something expensive. Something willed to her, and was holding on to it for her, because it was shipped to them from a neighboring state. They gave a person's name to contact, number and hours of availability. “I'm sorry, Winny.” Lita said as she folded the letter up and slid it on the table's surface back to the woman. She shrugged. ”It's okay. I barely knew the guy. He was some sort of historian at a library. Adelita could see it. She could see Wynifred's family all being like that, actually. Boring and nerdy, but decided that it was better at this point to not say something like that. “If you want, I could come with you. I don't mind.” Adelita said, giving the woman a small smile. ”Maybe. I'll think about it. I'm not even sure I want it.” She said, closing the book and rising from the chair. ”I'll be right back. Going to put this away and then we can watch your soap opera.” She said with a small roll of her eyes, before disappearing from view down a hallway.
Three evenings later:
Adelita had been able to talk Winny into getting whatever it was her great uncle had willed her. If she didn't want it, she could sell it to a Museum, or library and make some money for tuition, Lita suggested. Since, Wynifred seemed as if she was going to be in school for her entire life. Wynifred borrowed some skirt and blouse of Lita's from her closet (since Winny preferred to wear jeans and university ensemble and had nothing decent to wear), while Lita chose a black pant suit outfit with a dressy tank top that had silver and gold oblong beads going down the front of it. Their appointment was for five in the evening, an hour before closing time, simply because that was when it was beyond a shadow of a doubt, dark enough for Lita to come out into the world. Both women walked up the stairs to the multi-business building and stopped at a wall sign near an elevator that told everyone where the business they were looking for, could be located. Once found, the thrall pressed the button to call the elevator. It slid open right away and Lita pressed the number '8,' as indicated on the board they just glanced at. ”Thanks for coming along. Hopefully, this won't take long. Dying to get into jeans already.” Wynifred confessed as the elevator rose floor by floor.
