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The Way Life’s Meant To Be The family solicitor, half-moon spectacles balanced toward the end of his nose, looked gravely at the various members of the family dotted about his office. ‘I’m afraid the contents of the will may be of some surprise to you,’ he began. The family leaned forward eagerly. There was a lot of land. Six hundred prime acres,- give or take a few bogs and a patch of marsh. Miller’s grandfather had been a ‘grafter’. Married to his work, never at home except to impregnate his long-suffering wife. To this end he had impregnated her at least five times. His sons and daughters were sat now