“I will handle it okay??” I tell him with a sigh.
I expected responsibilities and that includes seeing to it that everyone is where they are supposed to be, that includes seeing to it that my brother does not wreck himself and soil the name of the family with his womanizing ways.
“okay. Thanks son. Are you coming for dinner on Saturday night? You know your mama would be sad if you don’t show up.” he says.
“I don’t know dad. If I am not busy and I can get off work early I am going to be there.” I tell him.
Standing and downing the rest of my drink I walk to the bar and place the empty cup on the counter.
“I have to go now pops. Lots of things to see to. I was thinking we have a family meeting and I can break it to Valentino there…. I will text you the details later. Okay?” I tell him.
