The conversation happened on our way to the nearest fast food joint. And as usual, Arthur was in the driver’s seat.
“So,” I said once I assumed we were out of William’s hearing range. “I have a few questions.”
“Right.”
I took a moment before I asked the first question; I had to organize them all in my head. “You say that your father tries to turn the ones you love against you... why? Why doesn’t he go after somebody like William--who’s obviously still very close to you? I mean, you two are like brothers.”
“He would, and could, but William’s mental fortitude and physical strength are great. Trying to break his soul or body wouldn’t work out too well for my father. I know that he has tried, and failed. And then the fact William’s personality is also... difficult.”
Amen to that. “What
