Monday, October 17, 2016
Robinson Manor...
Trey got out of the car he'd parked in front of the house in which he'd spent most of his childhood. He'd had good memories here, he reflected as he closed the door to his car, as well as bad ones.
Twirling the keys around his finger, he walked up the stairs of the imposing mansion, not surprised when the door opened right on cue. His father's butler, Roland, was effective if nothing else.
"The prodigal returns?" he asked quietly, and those who knew him as well as Trey did, knew this wry tone was as close as the man got to humor. He took no offense since doing that would be useless anyway. The man was just as unfeeling as Andrew.
"You should be welcoming me in that case," he muttered, eyes crinkling on the sides like his mother's did when he smiled.
"You are very welcome then," the older man conceded, bowing as low as he possibly could; he was mocking, Trey knew that. Yet, once again, he decided to ignore it.
