Akira
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The table is almost quite as we proceed with the lunch, Lisa filling in occasionally with her questions or some stories that she thinks we will find funny.
I appreciate her trying to wipe out the awkwardness that has holed up here.
I find myself liking her more and more.
She sighs wistfully and I glance at her to find her looking at the huge family portrait hanging by the wall on the other side.
She is sitting on a queen chair gracefully, while Dean and Damon are standing behind her on the either side.
The portrait is a true example of power family.
“I wish Damon was here. He would have loved it. He has been waiting for this day almost as much as Dean.”
I don’t know what to reply to that information.
“Umm, why is he not here?” I ask her.
“He is on a business tri
