#Chapter 253 – Three Against One

“You – you brought my son to visit my father in prison? Your prison? Which you didn’t tell me about?” My mouth hangs open in shock and horror.

“Um,” Victor says, bashful. “Well, yes. That’s…the gist of it.”

“Oh my god,” I breathe, putting a hand to my chest.

Ian turns to me then, realizing that something is not right. “What?” he asks, looking between us. “Did I do something bad?”

“No, Ian,” Victor says, sighing and sitting up on his elbows. “It’s nice of you to wonder about your grandfather being comfortable. I just didn’t have the chance to fill your mom in on all the details yet.”

“Didn’t have the chance?” I bite out, glaring at him. “Or the inclination?”

Victor gives me an even stare. “All right, Evelyn,” he says calmly. “I am sorry that I put it off, I could have told you this morning, or last night, or any time – but you have to admit, there were other things on both of our minds.”

I bite my lip, realizing that he is perhaps right. Slowly I nod, admitting that my accusation is a little unfair.

“He’s safe, he’s well,” Victor says softly. “Can we talk about it in a little bit? Perhaps after…” he nods towards the kids and then mimes being asleep.

“I know what that means, Dad,” Ian says dryly, hanging his head to the side. “You can just say it.”

Alvin comes into living room then, his arms full of food. “Know what what means?” he asks, curious.

two of us sitting on the floor. “Mom is mad because dad didn’t

raising his eyebrows and turning to me.

say sarcastically, looking around at the three of them. “So nice to be the

of them in turn and giving them each a glare. “That’s it,” I say. “I’ve decided. I’m having eight more kids and they’re all going to be girls

laughs at this but Alvin and Ian go pale with horror, which

it’s a fate worse than death.

“But if you don’t want that to happen, you all

oblige, Alvin hurries over to me with my

murmurs in my ear,

turning to look at him. “But…I understand.” He gives me a warm, grateful smile and I turn my attention to my family, thinking a little

all, I’m not perfect

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on the boys’ room. He leans against it and I can see his exhaustion in the sigh that he heaves. I rub a hand over his back, understanding. Still, a little joy runs through me as I recognize that it’s not the kind of exhaustion that we felt

who also has an important job with

nudging him towards our bedroom.

I pamper him a bit then, going to the closet and picking out a fresh

bed, I turn off the light and curl up against my pillow, assuming he’s

softly. “Are

respond, curiously turning to look at him in the soft blue light

pressing onward. “I want to tell you about your dad, about our visit

you, baby, but you’re exhausted – you

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