“You think your Dad will listen El?” I asked him, as we approached my Dad’s office door.
“Not a clue, he has a habit of not seeing any flaw in anything Miles does, so if that is what happens here, then in truth, we are in trouble.” He says with a shrug as he knocked on the door.
“Yep.” My Dad called, as Ellis opened the door, slowly sticking his head around the door.
“Hey Uncle, oh hey Dad.” He smiled, as I followed him in.
“Oh, why do I feel like I am being ambushed here?” My Uncle suddenly says, crossing his arms.
“We need to talk, and we feel the more of us here to express our concerns the more likely you are to listen.” My Dad said, and I suddenly felt more than a little concerned, especially, going off the angry expression upon my Uncle’s face.
“Oh, is that right? And what i
