Elijah Frost gazed down the table at his four grandsons, observing how they devoured their meal as if starved for days. With a disapproving harrumph, he reminisced about a time when he might have resorted to starvation to teach them a lesson. Alas, those days were long gone. Now, he was limited to mere threats.
"Sebastian Frost, you assured me your brother would join us! Dinner is nearly over. When will he arrive? Call him." Elijah ordered.
Sebastian Frost, the youngest of the Frost brothers at twenty-five looked up at his grandfather and mumbled with his mouth full," Mfmmph, he shtaid he'llmmph come l-later. Annmmph, phone's ded, ash Ian."
Suppressing his frustration at the boy's lack of manners, Elijah glared distastefully at his youngest grandson and turned to Ian who hastily intercepted," There's no need, grandfather. I told you he will miss dinner, but he will come. Disturbing him will only delay his arrival."
