A few moments later, Mario appeared in the sitting room dressed in a sweatshirt and a pair of shorts. His father, Sylvester was seated on a single sofa chair with a small glass table by his side. This time he was no longer sipping from a glass of wine but rather inhaling a sniff from his cigarette.
Mario sat adjacent to where he was and waited earnestly for him to tell him why he had sent for him, and seeing that he was still engrossed with his smoking, he decided to ask him instead.
"You sent it to me."
"Yes, I did. I am aware that you went to see the doctor today." Sylvester started, blowing out a large puff of smoke from his mouth and still not looking at him.
"Why? Did she tell you?"
"No. Penelope would never tell me about your visits. Doctors and lawyers are very strict about confidentiality or have you forgotten that?" He made a throaty chuckle before using the tip of his pinky finger to dust out the dried up smoke at the end of the ciga on a plate.
