treble rode waves, vibrating walls and chandeliers. The house was filled with dignitaries, city and state official’s, contractors; all assembled to celebrate New Year’s Day. Bolden had not seen his father in years and before arriving, he had prepared himself to deal with his half-sister no matter what she did or said. And here he was--horn locked, reliving the same old childhood squabbles. Bolden shook his head. He tried to refrain from drudging up the past. Bo’s voice held a warning tone, when he said...
“Fawn...I’m not interested in meeting any of dad’s friends, so it wasn’t necessary to point me out to them. I have no interest in dad’s business or his affiliations.”
“You talk as if dad’s work is unmentionable. Business--affiliations... What in the hell is that supposed to mean.”
“Arms deals...that’s what I mean. His companies do not discriminate and they will sell to the highest bidder--with no care for the outcome. I won’t involve myself with that.”
“Oh pshaw! Listen to mister high and mighty. Can’t get his hands dirty cause, he’s a big important attorney. Mr. Upholder of the law...did you ever consider the fact that our father has other companies that don’t involve armaments”
Fawn giggled while she walked unsteadily in the direction of the bar.
Bolden cleared up the confusion, but he doubted if her head would grasp hold of the information.
“Yes, I am aware...but as an attorney I am an officer of the law and I don’t want to involve myself with anything that might be called into question.”
Fawn held onto the bar to maintain her balance when she said...
“Sounds to me like you’re calling our father a crook. You don’t think that he’s capable of doing business aboveboard. You have such a suspicious nature.”
“It’s necessary--especially when I’m forced to be in your company.”
Fawn narrowed her eyes when she said...
“For the record brother, let’s get something straight--as far as I’m concerned, you never have to be in my company. I know that you don’t like me; and the feeling is mutual. And our father is a better man than you’ll ever be.”
“Thanks for clearing that up.”
Bo paced the room, watching his soused sister sloshing dark liqueur in a short stubby glass. She gulped a swallow and he considered that perhaps he should abandon this visit. If his father was in this oversized mansion, he hadn’t seen him, and he doubted if his sister would be of any help to him. He was prepared to leave when his attention was drawn to her. She said...
“Do you know why daddy asked you here today?”
“Fawn--it’s New Year’s Day--it’s a holiday.”
“Is that the reason you think you’re here? After all this time--after everything that happened the last time you were here in the city...”
Fawn was referring to the big blowout between father and son. Words had been spoken and when the dust had settled; father and son had parted ways, each refusing to reconcile their differences. For the past two years, Bolden had lived his life accepting that perhaps their relationship would never be repaired. But when his father had called him, inviting him to his home; Bolden had been stunned, when he heard a response that amounted to him acquiescing.
Bolden replied saying...
“I remember what happened the last time I was in the city...and it’s time to end the foolishness.”
She crossed her chest with folded arms, smirking, she berated him--
“Foolishness? God--you are such an idiot. And you’re supposed to be the smart one.”
“Fawn--apparently you’ve got all the answers--so spill!”
Her words wreaked of disgust when she said...
“You wouldn’t know what to do if I did tell you the truth.”
“And you wouldn’t know the truth if it bit you on the ass.”
“Oh boy--little words from a little man.”
He was tired of the tit for tat, because their interaction had always