Eighty Three

"I'm annoyed to be honest." Julian poured out.

Robinson adjusted his (rarely used) glasses.

"So you mean to tell me you tried to kill your brother?"

" No! Didn't you understand what I said?" Julian half yelled in frustration.

" Of course I did." Robinson replied.

" And what you understood from all that was the myth that I tried to kill Justin? And for the second time this morning, he's not my brother!" Julian gritted his teeth.

" Young Man, mind the way you speak to me."

Robinson issued a warning to his almighty (sarcasm intended) grandson.

"Why's everyone telling me that today? Why do you elders place yourself above us? Not like you know half of the things we younger generation know."

" I was busy when you came here this morning, if you wish to disturb my peace just because I barely punish you for all your wrongdoings, leave from here right this instant." Robinson commanded.

Justin sprang from his seat.

" Oh really?" He asked his grandfather who was not even paying any attention to