Once my father passed away, I wasted no time in kicking my snivelling bitch of a half-sister out of the family home. She stood at the front door, clutching the half-dead mutt like it was a lifeline as I began to take a tally of my new things.
“You didn’t even love him!”
I sighed and turned to her.
“No, I didn’t, but as his only legitimate heir, doesn’t matter!” I said, dragging out ‘legitimate’.
“Can I at least keep Sally?” she begged.
I looked at the pathetic, whimpering thing.
I really should have x-rayed the dog first…