************************************Lincoln***************************************
I watched as those two left the office; letting out a sigh, I flopped down in the chair and felt the tension leave my shoulders.
"Well, I guess you weren't kidding when you explained about them," Dad said as he rubbed his forehead, standing, turning to the cabinet along the wall, and popping the door open. Coming back to the desk, he slides a glass of whiskey across to me,
Letting out a chuckle, "What the matter, Dad?" Grabbing the glass and pulling it up to my lips, taking a sip, letting the liquid burn as it went down,
Im not one to drink. Once in a while, I'll have a glass or two, but when Dad pours it himself and gives you a glass, you know it's bad,
"How long are they staying?" he groans.
"Til
