Johnathan sat mesmerised by the poem, the letter and the strangeness of what he had found. Nothing, he had found nothing at all to indicate that his father was losing it at all, the only slighest indication being the poem, but that could be something as simple as a mis-filing on his father's part. Or was it something more...
His revery was interrupted by a familiar voice. "Hello Johnathan."
Johnathan looked up and like a guilty schoolboy caught with a dirty magazine clamoured to hide what he was doing, shutting off the computer.
"James, what are you doing here?"
"Well, it is my house Johnathan, you haven't forgotten the will already have you? What are you doing in here?"
"Just looking for answers. Reminiscing."
"Something to do with that letter of your perhaps? May I see it?"
Johnathan stood up, his hand sliding into his pocket to protect the letter tucked inside.
"No James, it's private. Something between me and Dad."
James looked at Johnathan appraisingly for a moment and then shrugged. "Fine. Suit yourself. I suppose you're wondering why I'm here."
"Well, the thought did cross my mind."
"I wanted to talk to you about mutting mother in a home."
"Sarah and I... you remember my wife, right? Well Sarah and I are having a baby and the flat is beginning to feel a bit small."
"Since father left me the house, we were thinking of moving in here, it was always meant to be a family home after all. However, if mother stays it kind of defeats the point. Besides, we really don't have much in common and she'd only feel lonely living with us. Better to set her up in a nice home so she can be with people her own age, make some new friends."
"I can't believe you James, it's barely hours after the funeral and you're already trying to get rid of Mum too. Actually, I can believe it, what I can't believe is that you'd do so with such little tact."
"I can understand how you feel Johnathan, but try and see things from my perspective."
"Oh I can see things from your perspective alright. You've got a free house and now you're going to take it and damn anyone who gets in your way."
"Look, I didn't come here to fight." James said, holding up his palms as he leaned in the doorframe, a curl of a smile on his lips. "The decisions already been made. I've been talking it over with mother and she agrees with me, we'll be moving her out in the next couple of weeks once all the paper work is sorted out."
"You can't be serious. This is insane!" Johnathan said, fists out of his pockets and clenched in anger.
"Just go home Johnathan, before you embarrass yourself." James said sternly, eyeing Johnathan's trembling fists.
Johnathan stormed past James, staring him in the eyes as he did so and stomped down the stairs and out the front door, slamming it behind him.