By way of delivering a letter from Quentin (thus circumventing Gabriel, my scan of whom revealed legs quite mobile), I was able to make contact with Daniel, my beloved and elderly “young” cousin.  This man needed to hear of love, not greed.  I merely endorsed Quentin’s authentic love of him, and beseeched his need for a fair treatment.  The will is, I am sure, being changed again in Quentin’s favor.  This is not a matter of wealth.  It is a matter of the Collins legacy.  So rarely do the best carry the mantle.  I have no heir, but if I had, one such as Quentin would make me most proud.

It is the most I can do, and I do so with pride.



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