He took small hesitant steps towards his father’s room. He knocked and almost immediately it opened up, a maid led him through. “Your father is waiting for you on the balcony”
She handed him a glass of champagne.
He walked to the balcony and just like she said, his father was waiting for him there.
“If your room was on the top floor I would be worried about you throwing me off the balcony to my death...Cheers Father" he said in a mocking tone of voice, they clinked their glasses.
Allen let out a dry chuckle.
“Should I be worried father?”
Allen turned to look at him, he stared at him for a while, “You are so distrusting of people it is a good quality...”
“You can’t blame me Allen, years of living with you all as a family can do that to any man...” he emptied the contents of hi
