Chapter Twenty-three
RJ spooned a mouthful of oatmeal into his mouth and cursed at the bland concoction. His doctor had advocated for a healthier diet. Lab results showed an increase in his cholesterol, his blood pressure was through the roof, and his six pack was turning into a pony keg. Once the will was dealt with his pressure would return to normal and he’d go back to his usual routine. For now, though, he’d follow doctor’s orders and lay off the red meat, but he wasn’t giving up the rum or cigars. Heart attack be damned. He’d purposely faced the door just in case Sofia walked by. He wanted to bend his sister’s ear and hopefully persuade her to end this nonsense. He was in luck, as Sofia walked right into the dining room.
“Sister, how are you this fine morning?”
“RJ, I’m good. I hop
