Father and sons
Irena's POV
The restaurant was nearing its closing time and its customers had begun to clear out, there were only a handful of us left.
"Wow we made a lot of powerful enemies over the years Irena," Magnus said fighting back a yawn, understandable we had been at this for some time now.
"You don't live for this long and look this good and not attract the attention of a few haters," I said in a sassy tone that immediately took my mind back to the time I spent in the south in the sixties.
New Orleans 1969 crazy time to be alive, but then again when is it not?
The effects of a certain activist's assassination had only just then started to die down and joy was starting to creep its way back into the homes of people everywhere, especially in the birthplace of j
