Chapter One Hundred-Sixteen

“Once we had guests over for Tristan's big brother's wedding and Tristan didn't speak for three days, they assumed he was mute but didn't ask any questions, because that would be rude. Then one day Tristan just spoke and they freaked out, started congratulating us and we just sat dumbfounded…” The roar of laughter that erupted from Roth's mouth interrupted her, but she joined him in laughing, as Tristan rolled his eyes.

“Okay, mum, enough reminiscing about my childhood. I was a sober and calm kid.” Tristan, even though he was enjoying Roth laughing and paying such attention to his childhood's stories, said outwardly with a scowl.

Roth turned his head towards Tristan, still laughing, and reached out with one hand to ruffle Tristan's hair, “Oh you still are a sober and calm KID.” Tristan rolled his eyes again, pretending to look annoyed, however inwardly he loved it.

Roth had now turned his attention back to Tristan's mother, “So, Mrs. Faughn tell me more about Tristan's childhood.”

She