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some,” I told her.
     
    “I’ll be right back,” she said as she rushed back towards the kitchen. My father’s staff all rushed in and out. I knew it was because they were afraid of him. I’d done a lot of rushing myself over the years.
     
    “Anyways, Dad… neither Adele nor I want to see anything bad happen to you.”
     
    “She has you owned son. She flashes that pretty smile and wiggles those sexy little hips of hers and she makes you forget that she took everything from us. She even put your name second on that company and from what I hear from some of the shareholders, she walks around that place, leading you by the…”
     
    “Dad, I didn’t come here to debate my relationship with Adele again.”
     
    “What did you come here for?”
     
    “Like I said, I wanted to see you. I was worried about you.”
     
    Hannah came back in with a roast beef sandwich and soup. She sat it down in front of me and James pushed his hardly touched plate towards her and said, “You can take this.” Hannah looked at the plate and then at James disapprovingly, but she didn’t say anything to him. She picked it up and looked at me.
     
    “What can I bring you to drink, sir?”
     
    “An iced tea if you don’t mind, Hannah.”
     
    “And I’ll take a scotch and soda,” my father said.
     
    “It’s a little early for scotch Dad, don’t you think?”
     
    He glanced at me, but that was the entire acknowledgement my question got. Poor Hannah on the other hand got a glare that again sent her scurrying away to do his bidding. I sat quietly for a while, eating my sandwich and after Hannah brought our drinks back and left, my father said, “How’s your golf game?”
     
    I laughed. “Better than yours,” I told him.
     
    He smiled. It was the first genuine smile he’d given me in I couldn’t remember when. “You think so do you? Well, finish eating that sandwich and we’ll go out and see.”
     
    The estate had a nine hole course. It was where I learned how to play, and the time my father had taken to teach me had made me love the game that much more. I finished eating while Dad called his “caddy” and told him to bring his clubs and mine and meet us out back with the cart in fifteen minutes. Dad’s “caddy” also doubled as his driver. His name was Bud and he seemed happy to be out and about when he met us outside. Since Dad was forced out of the company, I didn’t imagine that Bud got out much.
     
    We rode in silence to the course, but we had barely gotten past the first hole when Dad started in on Adele again. “So, has the red-haired Jezebel turned up pregnant yet… or talked you into letting her move into that pretty townhouse with you yet?”
     
    I took my swing and it went nowhere. The anxiety was back, stuck in my throat and swelling up to nearly cut off my air. I finally found my voice and trying to not let it shake and give my cowardice away I said, “Please stop calling her names. Her name is Adele; I’d appreciate it if you’d use it.”
     
    He swung his club and then he looked at me, hard. “You’re in love with her… I can see that son. I’m not completely heartless in spite of what you might think. I feel for you son. You’re not the first man by a long shot that has been taken in by a pretty face.” I tried to ignore him. I walked to where my ball was and Bud handed me a putter. I took the shot and made it and as Dad set up for his he said, “Son, nobody wants to admit that they’ve been played, but she actually admitted it to you. Instead of dumping her the way most men would have, you’re in business with her. You’ve put yourself in an even more dangerous position. Your personal and professional life is fully in her hands.”
     
    “Dad! Please stop. Adele and I share the company… something that she suggested when she didn’t have to. I don’t want to rehash ugliness with you today, but you took that company from her, it was only fair that she took it