“A maid’s daughter helped an old man every day — until a general suddenly walked in with five military officers…”

My name is Henry Hank Porter, he barked, his voice the familiar growl. It is October 28th.

I am in full command of my faculties. My mind is clear. He coughed. To my son, Junior, and my granddaughter, Brenda, if you are watching this, it means you are contesting my will. It means I am dead and it means you are proving my point you greedy lazy disappointments.continue reading …