Shortly afterwards, I grabbed a soda out of the refrigerator and with will in hand, went out on the patio and sat upon my favorite chaise lounge. The disinheritance was my mother’s way of attacking from the grave and her ultimate objective, humiliation. She explicitly knew that the inner circle of blue bloods, I grew up with would view me as a social outcast and treat me as if I had a contagious disease and shun me. How stupid of her to assume that I would lose sleep over a gaggle of pretentious social elitist, self serving ideological bores that had lost touch with reality eons
