WITCHCRAFT

CHAPTER 2

Lucy smiled politely but with slight confusion at the shock on the woman's face, "Uhm, sorry, no, it's Lucy. Lucy Swan? I'm here for my mother's testament reading. Alexandra Webber."

The receptionist's mouth opened and closed a couple times, not knowing what to say, her eyes looked almost sad at the revelation that she wasn't Lucille, and she looked back at her computer, speaking with a British accent, "Alexandra Webber, yeah. Sorry for your loss."

"Thank you", she muttered quietly. This was the first time somebody had said that. She hated it when people said that. They always did it when her grandfather died and she didn't understand it then.

Why were they sorry? It wasn't their fault, they didn't have to say something. In fact, there were so many situations in which people didn't have to say anything, yet they always did, and Lucy always resented them for it. The dread that would build in her chest was something she'd need to suppress in order to not yell at everyone.

She didn't feel that when the young woman in front of her said it. Jennifer, according to the name tag on top of the counter. She didn't feel much at all, still confused by her look of absolute security that she was Lucille. And apparently that meant something to her.

"Mary still has another client", Jennifer pressed out, "I'll check in once he's out and then I'll call you in. Have a seat while you wait. Do you want some tea or coffee?"

"Uhm", her hands were shaking but still she would always accept coffee, "Coffee please, just black."

Jennifer pressed her lips into a tight smile and went into the small room behind her desk to get some coffee. It was about ten minutes later when a man in a suit came out of another room, his lips pressed into an angry line as he received a small note from Jennifer and left the office.

Jennifer smiled at Lucy once again and entered the same room, closing the door behind herself. Considering that she was only going to ask if Mary was ready for Lucy she was in there for a long time.

She came back out a couple minutes later. It was obvious she had cried but tried not to let it show as she told Lucy she could go in now. Lucy became more anxious than she was before when she entered the room.

The left and right wall were stacked with bookcases. On her right side was a small black leather couch and to her left was a small table with a vase of sunflowers on it. Straight ahead, in front of a large window but with the working person's view towards the door was a large but modern desk.

Lucy didn't like the style, too modern and sterile. But professional. And that's why she was here, so she wouldn't bother with the lawyer's personal style preference.

The lawyer herself was in a pinstriped pantsuit with a white shirt underneath. Her black hair was neatly clamped into a bun at the back of her neck and the look on her face was similar to the one Jennifer had had when she had first seen her, though she was at least trying to hide it.

"Miss Swan", she caught herself quickly to greet her client, she too had a British accent, "Welcome, I'm Mary Page. I'm very sorry for your loss."

"Thank you", Lucy frowned at hearing it again.

"Please, have a seat", she gestured to the black leather chair in front of her desk and sat down in the office chair on the other side, opening a file, "Your mother has left just about everything to you, just asking that you use the means to finish raising her other daughter, Angela Webber, for her. I assume you've talked about it?"

"Yeah", Lucy pushed her hair behind her ear her eyes flickering between the coffee cup in her hands and the lawyer, "How does this work? Taking custody."