Adam had written his will himself, disdaining lawyers.
Kenny opened the will and began to read.

He read as he always read in moments of excitement, blurring through with a glance.

But though the old man's writing was distinct and almost insolent in its boldness, the portent of the written words did not filter through at once to his understanding.

He frowned and read again.

Once more he read, pacing the floor with unquiet eyes.