Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 97951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
“Yup. That was mighty kind of you, and so unselfish of you too, Grandpa. You just sacrifice yourself over and over to help others. You’re damn near saint-like. Jesus should come down here right now and place a crown of thorns on your head,” Lennox stated with a straight face.
Grandpa raised a brow.
“I’m certain that was sarcasm, motherfucker, but I’m not going to entertain your foolishness right now, boy. Don’t test me.” Grandpa shook his finger in his face. “I’ll put it right back on the damn table if I have to, but for now, it’s gone, and it’ll stay gone unless you do something imprudent. You have my word.”
“Your word? Well, then I have nothing to worry about, right?” Lennox sneered. “Your word is about as solid as a rushing river. Your word don’t mean a damn thing. I’d rather take my chances standing butt naked covered in syrup, honey, and rotten fruit under a bee hive and a hornet’s nest that just got whooped with a stick.”
They glared at one another.
“I’d like to beat the fuckin’ daylights out of you with that same stick or better yet, my bare fists,” The old man seethed. “You’re unappreciative and sinful! I talked your sister into offering your slimy ass an olive branch. I am the reason she even decided to bury the hatchet! I made sure you got your sister back, I offered to fix the shit that your father bungled, I offered to give you a generous salary, a brand-new home and more, and you walk into my house, sit down here, look me in the eye, all while still having a chip on your shoulder?! If you don’t sign this contract today, I’ll be flyin’ over to Lebanon on the first thing with wings tonight. Not to fix a gotdamn thing, but to make sure everybody in that third world, backwards ass hellhole of a village knows the truth about your cock-sucking mama. Capeesh?” Grandpa smiled at him as if he’d just invited him to a big bash with all of the food and drinks money could buy. “Besides, I enjoy travel… and I’m sure some of those underprivileged and lowly Lebanese bitches that live out in the sticks have a real need for some money, and I bet they have real tight pussies, too. I wouldn’t mind tryin’ one out for size.” He cackled. Then, on a dime, he turned real serious as he slid an ink pen out of his pocket and placed it next to the papers.
“I’m sure you think that’s mighty generous of you to take a possible prison stay off the table and fix my drunken father’s mistake, Grandpa, but see, you crossed the line. Prison, as well as Lebanon, is the last thing on my mind. We need to discuss what happened. What you did… This isn’t something that can just be swept under the rug.”
“And just what line do you think I crossed, young man?” Grandpa asked with a coy grin, leaning forward.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” They stared at one another a long while, neither blinking nor moving a solitary muscle. “Are you going to man up, or keep lyin’ like the fucking rug you’re trying to sweep it under?”
“Oh… well, look at you, Lenny boy!” Grandpa beamed. “All outta sorts, huh? Got a bit of gumption today, don’t you? Now, you listen here, you overgrown, bubble-eyed, son of a whore. I’m doing you a favor! You’re a rancid piece of shit. A Richard Simmons aerobics class teachin’ fool! You need to be thanking your lucky stars that I’m not shootin’ you down like the dog that you are. I’ll give you credit. You controlled yourself from that little misunderstanding you’re talking about. Sam and your little lady had a chat is all.”
“Oh, it was just a chat, huh?”
“That’s right. The chat did not go in the manner I told that bastard to handle it. I don’t hurt no women, and I’m a man of my word, contrary to what you just said. I dare anyone else to say otherwise.” Grandpa pointed in his face. “I offered her an opportunity. She refused.” He shrugged. “End of story. I didn’t hurt a curly little heart-shaped hair on her head… or anywhere else, for that matter, and I damn sure didn’t order it to be done. You know I would never condone such a thing.”
“Mmmm, I see.” Lennox nodded, then flipped through the papers, one by one. “You know what I find most interesting about you, Grandpa?”
“What’s that, Lennox?”
“Your audacity. I must say, you certainly are fearless even when lying your ass off and talkin’ out both sides of your mouth, aren’t you?”
“Well,” Grandpa leaned back in his seat, “I reckon you’re right. I do have a lot of gumption. Maybe one day when you grow up, you can be fearless, too. Now, if you don’t mind, I need you to—”