“Four hundred and twenty thousand pesos were left over after the legal fees and property tax adjustments were settled.”

“I want that surplus given to the regional craft foundation,” I said, handing the paper back to him.

“We’ll set up an annual grant for young art restorers and stonemasons.”

“The art grant will fund six students every year,” I told Samuel as we stood by the fountain.

“It will cover their tools, canvas, and tuition in full.”

“A community grant,” Samuel said, a faint smile touching the corners of his mouth.

“I’ll draft the trust amendment before five o’clock.”