*Melina*
“You are unusually quiet this morning."
Lowering my newspaper, I look at my father sitting near me, holding his own paper. From the moment we, his children, mastered reading, he insisted that the butler press an edition of the Alpha Times for each of us and set it at our place at the table, so it's readily available to us when we come down for breakfast.
We need to know what's happening in the world, not the weather or the latest fashions. Rather, we are expected to discuss what would have an impact on business, the economy, and the packs. That endeavor requires being informed to the fullest. He might have conquered the darker side of Blackrock city, but he is determined his children will thrive and meet with success away from it.
"I'm reading the paper," I answer. His cardin
