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know, I haven’t spoken to him since he started that conversation about the joining the Southern Liberty. Abraham hated war. Robb wanted to go work for a private contractor somewhere in Texas. It was a nasty fight and no walls were thick enough to keep them safe. Abraham wasn’t going to lose a child to the mindless ploys of the rich. Abraham somehow knew he was recalling this memory and that made the pain of losing Robb worse.
“I just got off the phone with an ecstatic Robb.” Peter said it almost as if he was proud. “He said he’s going tonight.”
Abraham dragged his clammy hands across his exhausted face. “What?” He wondered aloud.
“Robb told me to gather the family and head to your house. He was going to give us some big speech. He said the end of the world was near.”
“He’s coming here?” Abraham gasped. “Why would he tell you such things?”
“Robb said time was short.”
Abraham still didn’t believe his son was threatening to join the South. “What the hell’s wrong with your brother?” He rushed for the second floor window and parted the ivory blinds with his meaty figures. His heart almost stopped when he saw a slick car’s high beams coming down the dirt road.
“Someone’s coming,” Abraham said full of passion.
“Robb,” breathed Peter. “What should I do? Should we come?”
“Maybe your brother was out drinking. This doesn’t make sense.” Abraham hurried down the old creaking stairs and lifted the curtain at the front window, a big bay window of length. He squinted as the high beams blinded him for a moment. “He’s driving like a manic. And how did he afford the gas?”
The silver vehicle swept across the long driveway and slid to a screeching halt. Abraham stepped back, holding his pained heart. Too much pressure, he thought, falling back into his comfortable plaid recliner. Robb would have to wait. Abraham reached over and popped the top of his heart medication. Two blue pills tumbled from the vial into his rough palms and then shot into his dry mouth. He swallowed hard as the agony increased. The medication had kept him heart attack free so far.
“Dad?” called out Peter. “Dad, are you alright? Who was in the vehicle?”
Abraham tensed as he let the phone fall out of his hand. He hadn’t seen Robb in three weeks. He sat slack jawed, his brown eyes bulging as Robb burst through his front door like he had over the years.
“What is going on?” Abraham met the gorgeous eyes of two of his grandchildren shuffling in behind their zealous dad. Their shrieks grew with his drumming heartbeat. Robb puffed and panted as he ignored Abraham and kept moving.
“Dad, please don’t go!” wailed Emme, tugging at Robb’s pin-striped blazer. The little black pack on her shoulders must have weighed close to thirty pounds. She was a sweet girl of ten back then, with a spirit bright enough to rival the daylight. Abraham enjoyed Emme the most of his seven grandchildren. The reality of the situation forced him to pick up a stale glass of water and take a sip. The medicine was working, but its effects were too slow for his liking. His heart hammered in his overused chest as he sunk farther into the folds of the chair.
“I’m going with you, Dad,” exclaimed Hunter, picking up his bags. The teenage boy had sideswiped bangs and a lean frame. His personality matched the bad boy presence attributed to teenage angst. However, Abraham’s son, Robb, in his late-thirties, looked pale and sick.
He watched Robb yanked at Hunter’s denim sleeve and speak with authority. “I will be back. You’ll be safe here with Grandma and Grandpa.”
“What the hell is going on?” demanded Abraham, trying to stand up, yet the tightness in his chest kept him seated. “You’re going to get yourself killed.” All of his swelling anger came back with vengeance in his hard glare. “I forbid you from joining the South.”
Robb’s grin mocked him. “I called Peter, Benjamin, Lilly,
“I just got off the phone with an ecstatic Robb.” Peter said it almost as if he was proud. “He said he’s going tonight.”
Abraham dragged his clammy hands across his exhausted face. “What?” He wondered aloud.
“Robb told me to gather the family and head to your house. He was going to give us some big speech. He said the end of the world was near.”
“He’s coming here?” Abraham gasped. “Why would he tell you such things?”
“Robb said time was short.”
Abraham still didn’t believe his son was threatening to join the South. “What the hell’s wrong with your brother?” He rushed for the second floor window and parted the ivory blinds with his meaty figures. His heart almost stopped when he saw a slick car’s high beams coming down the dirt road.
“Someone’s coming,” Abraham said full of passion.
“Robb,” breathed Peter. “What should I do? Should we come?”
“Maybe your brother was out drinking. This doesn’t make sense.” Abraham hurried down the old creaking stairs and lifted the curtain at the front window, a big bay window of length. He squinted as the high beams blinded him for a moment. “He’s driving like a manic. And how did he afford the gas?”
The silver vehicle swept across the long driveway and slid to a screeching halt. Abraham stepped back, holding his pained heart. Too much pressure, he thought, falling back into his comfortable plaid recliner. Robb would have to wait. Abraham reached over and popped the top of his heart medication. Two blue pills tumbled from the vial into his rough palms and then shot into his dry mouth. He swallowed hard as the agony increased. The medication had kept him heart attack free so far.
“Dad?” called out Peter. “Dad, are you alright? Who was in the vehicle?”
Abraham tensed as he let the phone fall out of his hand. He hadn’t seen Robb in three weeks. He sat slack jawed, his brown eyes bulging as Robb burst through his front door like he had over the years.
“What is going on?” Abraham met the gorgeous eyes of two of his grandchildren shuffling in behind their zealous dad. Their shrieks grew with his drumming heartbeat. Robb puffed and panted as he ignored Abraham and kept moving.
“Dad, please don’t go!” wailed Emme, tugging at Robb’s pin-striped blazer. The little black pack on her shoulders must have weighed close to thirty pounds. She was a sweet girl of ten back then, with a spirit bright enough to rival the daylight. Abraham enjoyed Emme the most of his seven grandchildren. The reality of the situation forced him to pick up a stale glass of water and take a sip. The medicine was working, but its effects were too slow for his liking. His heart hammered in his overused chest as he sunk farther into the folds of the chair.
“I’m going with you, Dad,” exclaimed Hunter, picking up his bags. The teenage boy had sideswiped bangs and a lean frame. His personality matched the bad boy presence attributed to teenage angst. However, Abraham’s son, Robb, in his late-thirties, looked pale and sick.
He watched Robb yanked at Hunter’s denim sleeve and speak with authority. “I will be back. You’ll be safe here with Grandma and Grandpa.”
“What the hell is going on?” demanded Abraham, trying to stand up, yet the tightness in his chest kept him seated. “You’re going to get yourself killed.” All of his swelling anger came back with vengeance in his hard glare. “I forbid you from joining the South.”
Robb’s grin mocked him. “I called Peter, Benjamin, Lilly,
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