The Tempest Prologue 19

Prologue 19

"Bernice, I am quitting." Paul told his wife who was holding their three year old in her hand. She had just recovered from her miscarriage; attributed to her concern on him and that apparently jolted her womb. She was upset and blamed it on him.

And his work.

"You said the day we got married. You said it after six months. You told me every year, but never once you actually quit." Bernice replied back in a loud voice which caused Miranda to cry. She grabbed the child and left him there alone in the Library. He watched her go out. Alan then walked in with Brady.

"She is on it again, huh?" Brady spoke out of line, before Alan could stopped him. Alan looked to his crazy brother in law but he was more concerned on Paul. They been partners for so long, been through the tough times, and beaten some tougher enemies, but Bernice was one they could not fight. She was the boss wife. She was Matriarch.

"Its okay." Paul reached for the bottle of Scotch and poured himself one. He did not offered any and never did. If anyone wanted a drink, they can reached it themselves. Brady did but not Alan.

"Alan, how's thing's at the Union?" Paul asked. He had actually let off some of the works to Alan, and Brady, while he become more of the father. He had diverted the funds to build a legit front, like the sanatorium with paying inmates. Sure, he used the place to clean up some mess, but the last years, it was really a place for the rich and poor. He was paying back the public who supported him. He also got some trading outfit with real products and services going. He did not want to tell Bernice that much until he fully retired.

If he ever retire.

He loved the works. He was bruising his knuckles since he was twelve and shot his man at fourteen. He felt great doing it, and felt like he was born for it. He does not have Alan' high rush of emotions, but he had his violent spasms. It came and go without hurting his mind, and body. But since he started doing the legit business and at times, clasped down his ego to avoid smashing the other on the face, he also felt good. He drew up contracts which was fair to both and signed them with honor.

Then he was in a fix; could he actually turned over to that new role. He started asking and was reading a passage from his other favorite; books.

The line read as "Better a witty fool than a foolish wit." He smiled then and told himself, that was he would become. He maintained his life to fool all of them. He held onto that for the next two years, but they drew the foolish line when they