ThirteenHenry Broussard is home alone in the study of the Broussard family's Louisiana Colonial style mansion. A man in his sixties, with a big, lumbering body and hardened face and eyes, his expensive clothes are disheveled. Besotted as usual, he sits behind a huge antique desk, a half-empty decanter of bourbon in front of him, a full glass of the 100 proof liquid in his hand.
There is an insistent ringing of the doorbell and pounding on the front door which Henry deliberately tries to ignore. “Go away! Leave me be! Can't you see I'm otherwise engaged?”
Out of nowhere, Michael appears in the doorway of the study, like an apparition.
Henry growls, and waves him away. “What do you want, Warren? How'd you get in here?”
“Your door was unlocked.”
“Stupid butler. Those n*****s never do not
