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NEW REVIEWS: Great story, Jean. The subtle twist at the end was worth the read from the
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*****__Barbara A. Sabo.

A perfect example of why it is important to choose a reliable executor of one's will. I have a similar
clock that belonged to my grandmother, so it has taken on antique value.  I would not like to see it
just given away. Nice piece of writing. Hope we can enjoy more soon. ****__Captain Apple Jack.

I liked this story a lot. An interesting portrayal of the caring brother versus the brother who cared
not. So much so that a fine family heirloom was sacrificed in carelessness. We all look forward to
more from you, Jean Ann.****__Su Chang-Wu.

A fine morality play offered up by the hand of a most skillful writer. It is carefully plotted and
delightfully resolved. Making us take a second look at those we love and those we have protecting
our long term interests. Well Done! *****__J. M. Humperjohn.

If I say that Jean is a good writer, then I am twisting the truth. Jean is a great writer. While reading
the work, I felt like I was reading the works of O. Henry or Franz Kafka. Jean tells us that history
might change, but art does not. ****__Chika Victor Onyenezi.
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“THE FAMILY CLOCK”
By Jean Ann Morgan
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
Rated
-G- by the author
Some pieces of time are priceless.
A Seth Thomas Adamantine Mantel Clock whose feet ornaments and column capitals still retained
their original fire bronzed finish. The dial surround was made of multiple trees and the time was
and closed, as it should. The bezel glass was original as well as the paper dial.

It was an old clock, but it still told the correct time. The face had been adapted with a faded picture
of Andy’s parents taken when they were newlyweds. Aside from some photos, the family clock was
the only memento Andy had been given of his mom and dad.

His father died of cancer in 1964. Then his mom moved to a private nursing home. She had many
friends there. The private nursing home, however, went bankrupt so they moved her into a state
nursing home. She hated it there.

When she asked Andy to help her move into a private nursing home again, she had already spent
most of her husband’s savings on living expenses at the first nursing home. Andy said he would try.

But Andy had no savings. He was a sergeant in the Army, and all his money went to his wife and
three kids. So he called his older brother Frank, who was single and had a great job. Frank was an
avid deep-sea fisherman and was interested in buying a large boat for weekend use.

“Frank, I don’t have the money now, but you do,” Andy pleaded. “Just pay for Mom and I’ll owe
you for half of the nursing home costs.”

“You’ll owe me? You don’t have two nickels to rub together, and probably never will. I’ll get stuck
for the whole bill. What about my boat?”

“What boat?”

“Never mind. Let me think about it, and I'll get back to you.”

Frank never did send his mom the money to move into a private nursing home. Alone and unhappy,
she died in the state nursing home only a year later. And Andy never forgave his brother.

Many years went by and Frank’s health began to decline. One day he called up Andy. “Andy, I feel
really bad about not helping out Mom. I was too interested in getting that boat. The older I’ve
gotten, the more guilt I feel. My days are numbered now. So, Andy, I was wondering if you would
send me Mom and Dad’s old clock, just for a little while. I want to beg Mom to forgive me.”

Andy was very reluctant to part with his clock, but he did feel a little sorry for his brother. So, he
sent the family clock to Frank. Frank died ten months later. One of Frank’s nieces, Sadie, was the
executor of his estate. Sadie had hired a lawyer to help her Uncle Frank rewrite his will in his dying
days. Strangely enough, Sadie got everything.

She made sure Uncle Frank was buried a day after his death. No announcement was made about
his funeral, which Sadie kept private, at the 20-minute service. Sadie was the only mourner. Sadie
sold Uncle Frank’s house, car, and boat (The one that had kept his mother in a state nursing home.)
within the week. Everything of lesser value went to a charity. His cash and stocks, of course, were
already safely in her name.

When Andy discovered that his brother had died, he called Sadie to ask about the family clock.
“Oh,” she said, “that went to charity with everything else. You didn’t really want that old thing,
did you, Uncle Andy? Uncle Andy? Hello?” Well, that was rude, she thought.

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