Manny and I got inside her car. "Get fast to the mansion." she ordered the driver. She took out her phone from her purse and dialed a number. Manny was in anger. I was petrified. Manny had inherited dad's temper, her nostrils flared. I know her tight lips guarded the cuss words well.
"What's the status?" She asked rubbing her temples. She kept nodding till she kept the phone. She was busy on her phone till the car entered the huge gate of the mansion, passed the long lawn and stopped in front of the palace sized building. The guards came running to open the car door. Manny stormed into the house. I followed her, fearing what was ahead. She entered Dad's room. Dad was sitting on the huge leather couch and sipping his usual Darjeeling tea in a clear glass cup. The cigar was a constant in
