Part 1
Part 1 · 1 min read ·
“This is the last will of August Kendrick. The charitable gifts and personal items are listed in Schedule A.
“To my son Conrad, my cash accounts and my controlling interest in Kendrick Freight, a company I started with one used truck.
“To my grandson Preston, six million dollars, the house in Charlottesville, and my investment accounts.”
“Told you.”
“To my grandson, Major Raymond Kendrick, I give and bequeath two dollars.”
[Laughter.]
“Two dollars. Guess that’s what you’re worth, Major. The man built a billion-dollar company out of one truck, and he left you bus fare.”
“Dad knew what he was doing, Ray. We respect it.”
“There’s no letter?”
“That’s everything I’m instructed to give you today.”
“Don’t spend it all in one place, Major.”
“One of my Marines, Briggs—his leg’s a mess. His wife’s been sleeping in her car in the hospital parking lot. Three weeks.”
“You look after everybody, Ray. Who’s looking after you?”
[A snort.]
“Why do you always do that?”
“People read the big print. What matters is on the side nobody bothers to turn over.”
“Carrington. His bank.”