Our lawyer’s Zimmy Berg, brother of Simon Berg who runs the world’s greatest business, namely Rover and Co., specialty food suppliers to the nation within. Right now Zimmy’s talking to Bernie about estate planning. Not sure why. Our place on Mesquite Road is nice and I wouldn’t think of living anywhere else, but you couldn’t call it an estate, like say Albie Rose’s set-up in Vegas.
“Have you considered writing Chet into your will?” Zimmy says.
“What will?” says Bernie.
“You’re joking, right?” says Zimmy. “No? Good God. But after we get that rectified, we can set up an enforceable pet trust fund. Not all states have them, but we do.”
Bernie is quiet.
“I sense resistance,” says Zimmy.
“Not to the trust fund part,” says Bernie.
“You’re having some kind of juvenile reaction to the idea of wills in general?” says Zimmy.
What are they talking about? Estates, still? I’m not sure. It has nothing to do with me. I’m no pet, but a full partner in the Little Detective Agency.
Announcement from Admin: The Astrid case will resume after the completion of The Dog Who Knew Too Much. Otherwise: schizophrenia, in the common but solecistic sense of the term.
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