Forty-Three
A week after she killed Darius, the family attended a family dinner in the towers. Declan, who had been playing with the babies, suddenly let out a yelp of pain. "Hey, hey, hey, no! Francis, let go of Uncle Declan's hair." Thomas laughed evilly, "That ought to teach you to wear your hair long." "Suck a lemon, Thom," Declan growled as he kept trying to pry Francis’s hands from his hair. “That’s not going to work with him, Dec,” Memphis stated. Shaking his head, he walked over and used two fingers to tap his son's hand hard. Francis looked up at his father, his dark eyes full of curiosity and determination. He let go of his uncle’s hair only to reach for his grandfather with a whimper. Thomas snickered, shaking his head as he denied the infant what he wanted. “I didn’t sook up your fa
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