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Spotlight: I bring up the Patrick issue

So blown away was I by all that Greg had done that for a while I forgot about my earlier rage over his perfect “plan” in getting me out of Chris’ home; but now that we were settled, my mind went back to all that had happened earlier in the evening, and I knew I had to address it.

“There’s something I wanted to talk to you about,” I broached the subject.
“Sure, what’s up?”
“I really appreciate all you’ve done for me, Greg, and I’m so grateful you got me out of Chris’ house,” I paused and took a deep breath before going on. “I just don’t appreciate the manner in which it was done.”

“What do you mean?” he asked with a puzzled expression.
“Patrick’s dramatic arrival for starters; there was no need for him to come blaring your music out of your car, and there was certainly no reason for him to come and pull out a gun in the house – for goodness sake, Greg, my son was in the house, what if something had gone wrong?”

“He did what? Damn it!” Greg cursed, and then rubbed his face in his palms in frustration before going on: “I am so sorry about that; I’ve warned Patrick about that piece over and over again, but my brother can be such a blockhead at times.

I don’t believe he would ever use it; in fact, I doubt if it is even loaded, which makes it even more dangerous to have in the first place. But I think it gives him a false sense of bravado and power that he enjoys; so, he won’t give it up.

He, however, had no business bringing it into a space with you and C.G there.”

“You mean you didn’t know? I thought it was part of your plan,” I said in confusion.
“My ‘plan’? My plan was simply for him to come and pick you up, and I didn’t even think he would be coming in my car to do so. He asked to borrow it in the morning because his was acting up and he was having a mechanic look at it.

I wasn’t using it, so I told him to pick it up from the house and return it when his was fixed, which he said would be in an hour or two, max. When you called, I just assumed he had already returned the car and was driving his own; so, I asked him to pick you up,” he explained. “I’m really sorry he created such a scene, and I’m certainly going to have a very serious talk with him about it.”

“No, no, don’t; I was upset because I thought you were behind it, and I’m really glad to hear you weren’t. Don’t chew Patrick out over it. He already doesn’t like me too much; so, let’s not give him another reason to dislike me some more.

Besides, like they say, ‘all is well that ends well’, and the bottom line is, he did get me out of there, and no-one got hurt; so, let’s just let it go.”

“He needs to know he can’t do stupid sh*t like that, especially not in my car, under my watch.”
“Well, I’m out of there now, and not going back; so, it’s not like he can mess up again. Please Greg, just let it go,” I pleaded while laying my hand beseechingly on his thigh.

He looked down at my hand, contemplating my plea, and then appearing to make up his mind, he lifted it to his lips, and kissed it softly.

“Alright, I won’t bite my brother’s head off; like you said he won’t have the opportunity to repeat his stupidity anyway.”
“Thank you,” I smiled gratefully.

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