Hugo is STRESSED out bigtime.
Appears this "Barbra" is pulling some heavy head trips on him, announcing that because of the will she has in her possession, she has the right to take poor Charley's body back to Iowa with her. This is why I'm gonna be cremated -- God, arguing over a corpse...what a waste.
But "Barbra" is one of those headstrong, opinionated women that won't even begin to reason with anyone. Her brother, Peter, is useless. He's a follower and he's letting her call the shots.
I threaten to hire one of the lawyers from my new employer. Doesn't faze her till I mention "Granville Sports Medicine" -- even this poor white trash bitch has heard of Granville -- and she backs off. But not for long.
Pretty soon, she's weeping crocodile tears and threatening lawsuits and then something about being part owner of Mocha Daze -- which is definitely the straw that breaks Hugo's back -- he starts screaming like he's being beaten with a hot poker! And she finally leaves.
The will, the one Hugo has, doesn't mention anything about burial except that Charley wanted to be with Hugo. I suppose when Hugo died he could be buried in Iowa. What a sight that would be. Beloved Charley, flanked in his grave by his loving wife and lover. No, Barbra wouldn't let that happen in a million years.
I remind him how difficult it is to exhume a body, and that Charley's last will is solid as a rock.... yeah, "Barbra" is harping about something else, but I know the lawyer that worked with Charley and Hugo and this will is definitely good.
But it's just so damn sad that this is happening to Hugo. Mike seems to be a good sport about things and is taking on extra hours at the coffee house, so Hugo can relax at least about business.
I fired Ortiz today.
Enough. Enough investigation, enough spying, enough Mark Fitzgerald. I'm gonna put the pictures of him and Drew in a dark, deep drawer. Right next to the kiss we had on New Year's Eve.
I'm moving on - - with Andrew by my side.
I'm gonna at least give this one hell of a try!
