Part 7
Part 7 · 1 min read ·
“The kitchen?”
“Either way, it was going to be yours. In a year, no matter what.”
“Ray, your father and brother got what they asked me for. You never asked me for anything. I asked you once who was looking after you, and you didn’t have an answer. So I’m answering for you.”
“Phase one, existing structure. They were going to tear it down.”
“I was going to let them tear down Grandpa’s kitchen.”
“I knew there was an old house on that land. I never knew they were tearing it down.”
“You didn’t look.”
“Your one Saturday off and you’re fixing a printer.”
“I have a printer from the nineties.”
“Tell me.”
“Preston sold the Charlottesville house. Brightwater got its three million back, and he paid his lawyers. He pleaded guilty to a misdemeanor. Probation, no jail.”
“And Dad?”
“Your father stood up in front of the board and took Preston’s title away himself. Then he agreed to an independent monitor at the company. He answers to them now.”
“Major. Sorry. Sorry, I’m early. You’re busy. I can come back.”
“Briggs, I’m the one who called you. Sit down.”
“I’m in an electrician program. Eight months. I just need a place to stay near the school until I finish. Sorry. I know there are guys a lot worse off than me.”
“You don’t have to apologize for asking for help.”