THE GOOD FATHER

i know i get it. what else does that old sack need? plastic surgery? or probably--let me think---what else did the doc say?'' andy asked

he said----''

is it menopause? his came really late this time''andy said

on the other side of the line secretary layla's mouth remained open unable to reply

why does it feel like the young master is praying for his dad's quick death?'' layla thought

am i wrong layla?

err----master keeps calling out your name. he needs you right now. layla explained

it cant be that he's calling me son of a bitch, bastard,fool, bird brained,unfillial son, wrong baby,and all that. right?''andy asked

no-no-no sir

if he's very awake tell him to keep fighting death and wait for me to come . because of him i failed''

failed?--

layla knew he was talking about games again

more like our young master'' layla thought

fine im coming. give me 20 minutes

andy said

yes young master

replied the secretary

and also let me warn you, im no young master just call me fashion king

andy said seriously

yes young master-

said the secretary

you----

the line went off.

fine!

andy groaned and pressed a button on a closet which revealed a trap dour on the floor. he opened the door and climbed down the stairs that led to his fashion secret room where thins he personally designed rested

he spent 5 minutes on changing, another 5 on grooming, 3 on examining and 2 on exiting the shop on a skate board.

he ignited the car engine and sped off wearing headphones