"This is bullshit!" Harvey exclaimed.
The minister had announced that it was time for the first born speech as the program had already heralded. As Pritchard had risen from his chair to go and deliver, the minister had stated that the deceased's wishes indicated otherwise.
Within the crowd was a near silent murmur as awe got the better of the funeral company that had known Mr. Greenfield to be as straight as an arrow. Cometh the moment when possibly the heir apparent to the throne was to address would-be subjects and future equals, their knowledge was proving to be shallow.
Pritchard had been defiant. They say to be forewarned is to be forearmed, but in his case it perhaps meant to be fore-scorned. Despite the warning given to him by Elizabeth as soon as she had collected their half-brother, he had decided he was still going to remain the oldest. His mind had refused to take Elizabeth seriously. It was the only way he could certify her news as fake.
