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Neuro submission transmitter 1

"So do you think uncle Harry hid money or valuables around his house?" I ask my mom as we're driving down the interstate. "What makes you think that?" She asks, surprised at my question. "Well, he was pretty eccentric, you have to admit. He seemed like one of those guys who would stash things around the house and then forget where they are. We are going to search for hidden stuff, right?" My mom's b*****r died in a car accident a couple of months ago and my mom is executor of his estate. Uncle Harry never married and as his younger s****r, mom is his only living relative. Uncle Harry was 40, two years older than my mom. They grew up together but had less contact once mom got married. My mom is one of those people who take f****y responsibility very seriously. Like every Christmas she doesn't just send presents, she drives down and gives Uncle Harry his present. Last December, Mom and my s****r Susan drove down just before New Years. It's spring break now and I'm out of school, which is why mom asked me to come with her this time. "Your uncle wasn't eccentric." Mom argues. "He was just very, very smart. Sometimes he didn't have patience for the mundane things that we consider normal." Uncle Harry really was smart. He was one of the leading neurologists in the country, with huge research grants. "I'm going to go through his personal papers and put everything in order, you can look for hidden 'stuff' if you want." Mom says laughing. "Just make sure you tell me if you find ...

... anything, because I have to make a complete list of his assets." Uncle Harry's house isn't huge, but it does have a large office in the converted walkout basement. Mom is hoping to sort through everything in 4-5 days. The first day I help her catalogue all the furniture, paintings, etc. The second day mom asks me to make a list of all the books in his library, while she starts sorting through his office. Some of the books are valuable first editions and some are just normal books that everyone has on their bookshelves. I have to look at the title page of each book to make sure I don't overlook any of the collector's items. He has about four hundred books and it's taking a long time. Plus, I've gotten distracted a few times looking up the price of some of the first editions on his computer. When we break for lunch I've gotten about halfway through. "How's it going?" Mom asks as we sit at the kitchen table eating sandwiches and potato chips. "Fine. Uncle Harry sure had a wide range of interests. He's got everything from biographies to books on Wicca." I tell her. "I'm about halfway through. How's it going in the basement?" "Slow. Your uncle wasn't the most organized man in the world." Mom says, sighing. "I'm really having to organize everything before I can start sorting through his finances. This may take longer than I thought." After lunch we resume our individual tasks. The third book I look at, one of the neurology textbooks Uncle Harry wrote, has two folded sheets of paper in ...