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The Gate House :: Demille Nelson
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“Unfortunately,” I admitted, “it is about their money. But not anymore.”
Susan said to her son, “We – all of us – may experience some financial loss as a result of this marriage.”
“I know that.”
I said to him, “Your mother and I don’t care about us, but we do care about you and Carolyn.”
He informed us, “I spoke to Carolyn about it. We don’t care either.”
Susan and I looked at each other, and she said to Edward, “Let’s see what they say tomorrow.” She reminded him, “You have an early flight.”
He stood and said, “See you in the morning.” Then he asked, “How did they get like that?”
Well, assholes are born, not made.
Susan replied, “I don’t know, but I hope it’s not genetic.”
We all got a laugh out of that, and Edward said good night.
Susan said to me, “I really don’t like discussing this with the children.”
“They’re not children.”
“They are our children, John. And I don’t like that my parents are making them into pawns.”
That was the maternal instinct again. She was worried about what would become of Edward and Carolyn if they were thrown out into the cold cruel world and told to fend for themselves, like the other ninety-nine percent of humanity.
I didn’t share Susan’s concerns – they’d be fine, and they knew they’d be fine, and I believed we raised them to take care of themselves – but I did understand her thinking, which was, “Why should they live without money if millions are available to them?”
In effect, there was a choice here that most people don’t have – millions, or monthly paychecks?
Well, I’d pick the millions – especially if I got the money because William Stanhope died – but I damn sure wouldn’t kiss anyone’s living ass for the money. However, when it’s about your children, you do smooch a little butt.
Bottom line here was that I was standing between three of the Stanhopes and the Stanhope millions.
But, yes, we’d see what happened tomorrow. I knew what William was going to say to Susan, but I wasn’t absolutely sure what Susan was going to say to William – or what she was going to say to me afterwards.
Susan said, “I’m ready for bed.”
“I’m not.”
“You’re not going to watch the news, are you?”
“I am.”
“Why do you want to see that, John?”
“Everyone enjoys seeing the coverage of a Mafia hit.
“Unfortunately,” I admitted, “it is about their money. But not anymore.”
Susan said to her son, “We – all of us – may experience some financial loss as a result of this marriage.”
“I know that.”
I said to him, “Your mother and I don’t care about us, but we do care about you and Carolyn.”
He informed us, “I spoke to Carolyn about it. We don’t care either.”
Susan and I looked at each other, and she said to Edward, “Let’s see what they say tomorrow.” She reminded him, “You have an early flight.”
He stood and said, “See you in the morning.” Then he asked, “How did they get like that?”
Well, assholes are born, not made.
Susan replied, “I don’t know, but I hope it’s not genetic.”
We all got a laugh out of that, and Edward said good night.
Susan said to me, “I really don’t like discussing this with the children.”
“They’re not children.”
“They are our children, John. And I don’t like that my parents are making them into pawns.”
That was the maternal instinct again. She was worried about what would become of Edward and Carolyn if they were thrown out into the cold cruel world and told to fend for themselves, like the other ninety-nine percent of humanity.
I didn’t share Susan’s concerns – they’d be fine, and they knew they’d be fine, and I believed we raised them to take care of themselves – but I did understand her thinking, which was, “Why should they live without money if millions are available to them?”
In effect, there was a choice here that most people don’t have – millions, or monthly paychecks?
Well, I’d pick the millions – especially if I got the money because William Stanhope died – but I damn sure wouldn’t kiss anyone’s living ass for the money. However, when it’s about your children, you do smooch a little butt.
Bottom line here was that I was standing between three of the Stanhopes and the Stanhope millions.
But, yes, we’d see what happened tomorrow. I knew what William was going to say to Susan, but I wasn’t absolutely sure what Susan was going to say to William – or what she was going to say to me afterwards.
Susan said, “I’m ready for bed.”
“I’m not.”
“You’re not going to watch the news, are you?”
“I am.”
“Why do you want to see that, John?”
“Everyone enjoys seeing the coverage of a Mafia hit.