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Sophie understood.
"I will sell it as soon as possible."
"Sophie, I cannot let you meet my mother."
Sophie understood.
I returned home three months later and five hundred thousand paid into mum's account. I was sitting with Babs watching the TV when the telephone rang. I answered it was mum.
"Richard, I have a big problem," mum said.
"What is it mum?"
"I, have a bank statement. I have had three five grand paid in and five hundred thousand," mum said.
"Mum, I am on my way around."
"Babs, are you coming with me to mum's house."
"Yes,"
"Phone Jean and Tom tell them to go to mum's house now," I said.
I did the talking. I told mum the money was from an enterprise business dad had in France if you remember. I was over there three months ago. I had to close a business. There will be no more payments coming in, no more shocks for you. Jean and I agreed to close the enterprise business without telling you we thought it was for the best. Two years had passed since my mum passed away. We split our inheritance fifty/fifty a month later the four of us went to France to visit Sophie, Demonte, and Zara. We all had a successful week with them after we had returned home it hit me.
Sophie was a working Madame. And dad was a procurer.
Dad was half owner of a brothel house.
No one would have thought of it.
