Wolve’s Woofer: The Inheritance

“Dennis, do you mind if I join you?”
“John?” I said. “Is it really you? You haven’t been down to Belize for at least three years. Where have you been?”
I was sitting at a table on the deck of the Holiday Hotel sipping my coffee and reading my book when John came up.
“Pull up a chair,” I told him. “Catch me up on life in the U.S.”
“I’ve been through a hard time in the last couple of years,” he said.
“A hard time? As rich as you are you shouldn’t be going through any hard times. I know you don’t have to work.”
“Yes, but I don’t really have any money,” he said. “Those millions of dollars belong to my father. He just gives me an allowance every month.”
“How is the old man doing anyway?
“He has one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel,” John said. “Two years ago he had a talk with me and said the doctors had told him he could die any day.”
“That’s too bad,” I said.
“Then he said that as his only relative I stood to inherit thirty million dollars. Now I know I am not a good-looking guy. As a matter of fact, I’m as ugly as an English bulldog.”
“You’re not that bad.”
“Yes I am and I know it but I always dreamed of marrying a beautiful woman. In Las Vegas I met a beautiful showgirl and I told her that I was soon going to inherit thirty million dollars. I asked if she would marry me.”
“What did she say? Did she go for it?”
“Of course. We got engaged and I took her home to meet my dad. Three days later she became my stepmother.”