"I did... and you'll never find the new will... Never," he cackled. "It's all legal like, signed and witnessed. You'll not get a pense, you bat. Flapping around, 'eeeep, eeeep, eeeep, pitttttyyyy meeee,'" flapping motions with his hands. He set the decanter down firmly, walked over to her, pulled her into the library and closed the door behind her. "Now... do you want a red cent or not? Because you can be put back in if you wanted to. Not the children... not the children... we failed those fucking children. All of em. Augh!"