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     it.” I look at Mick, since the package is in front of him.  
    “This came to my office while we were in Tarah. I didn’t know how you’d react or feel
     about it if I brought it up in front of Tristan.” Mick has a somber look in his eyes
     and I can’t quite understand why.
    “An unnecessary worry, but okay.” I shrug. “What is it?” I take a long sip of my wine.
     I have the feeling that the moscato is going to be nowhere near strong enough for
     whatever this is. I debate momentarily about the bottle of Crown sitting on the pantry
     shelf behind me, then decide it is probably better to wait until I find out what is
     going on first.  
    “It’s from your father.”  
    I down the glass of wine in what feels like one big swallow, then turn around for
     the pantry. I grab the Crown Royal bottle, pulling it roughly off the shelf. I open
     the bottle and pour it into my empty wine glass. I bring it to my lips, hesitate momentarily,
     and then I take a big long swig. Oh, the burn. I feel the Crown slide down my throat
     and into my stomach. When I place the glass on the counter, I just stand there - staring
     at no one in particular, but Mick is in my line of sight.  
    “Or rather it is from your father’s estate.”
    “Will this ever end?” I groan in frustration at the two of them. I watch as neither
     one of them flinches; they’ve braced themselves for this. Good.  
    “I contacted the estate attorney and asked him the same question. He said that they
     have nothing further in regards to his estate, but he also informed me that this was
     delivered to them the Wednesday before your birthday, with specific instructions that
     it be sent to his next of kin, care of me.” Mick takes a couple of long, large drinks
     from his own beer, and I can see Beau is uncertain of what to say. That’s a first.  
    “What’s in it?” I ask, though I’m certain Mick hasn’t opened it.  
    “I’m not sure. It looks like some CDs, a couple of jump drives and some papers.”  
    I take another long drink of my Crown and reach for the package.  
    Mick slides it over to me and Beau has managed to find her voice. “Are you sure you
     want to open it now?” I look at her with an ‘Are you kidding me right now?’ look,
     and she raises her hands in mock defense. “I just thought you’d want to do it in private.”
    “Fuck that.” I shake my head at her and begin to unwind the string from the cheap
     button on the outside. As soon as pressure from the flap lets up, the string unwinds
     itself and the flap falls open with an audible flop. The movement is jarring to the
     contents inside, and six jewel cases fall out. Each one of them are hand-numbered: 1, 2, 3, 4, 7, 8 ...  
    ”Jesus Christ, what the hell is all this stuff?” I blurt out, trying to wrap my head
     around what all of this could be.  
    I pull back the top and look inside. Sitting on top of everything are a couple pieces
     of paper, and I pull them out. On top is an inventory list of all the things inside.
     It’s not long.

    1. CD #1 - containing documentation 1970 to 1975
    2. CD #2 - containing documentation 1975 to 1980  
    3. CD #3 - containing documentation 1980 to 1983
    4. CD #4 - containing documentation 1983 to 1986
    5. CD #5 - containing documentation 1987  
    6. CD #6 - containing documentation 1988 to 1990
    7. CD #7 - containing documentation 1991 to 1999
    8. CD #8 - containing documentation 2000 to 2006
    9, CD #9 - containing documentation 2006 to May 2011
    10. CD #10  

    I can’t keep reading the list of contents, but I can see there is more stuff about
     papers and a journal. I’m surprised by the fact that there is one whole disc pertaining
     to 1987, the year I was born. Also by the fact that the 1980s have four discs, when
     the other decades take up a lot less. But I can’t stop the small tear that escapes;
     I’m already an emotional mess from Tristan leaving, so it doesn’t take much to make
     me lose it again.