Brad found himself at the mansion. He was too preoccupied to give much thought to what he was going to do.
“Hello, Ferguson! So good to see you!" Brad warmly greeted the long-time English butler.
“It is splendid indeed to see you again, sir. Will you be staying for dinner?' queried the Ferguson, happy to have decent company.
“Nope. Father and I are going out for dinner."
“I am sorry, Master Bradford. Mr Van Arsdale is not in. He has been gone all day. He mentioned nothing about dinner plans. I am terribly sorry."
Brad fumed. Is this how insignificant I have become? Or is it that I am insufficient in my fathers eyes?
He knew the ugly answer.
Brad often wondered what it would be like to have a real father. At times, he missed his mother so much, it caused a physical aching.
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