Troubles Coming

Relax

Zain returned to his morning now the two agents were out of his hair. He was glad he had gotten rid of them as he had big plans for tonight. Shepard returned to Zain's side and Alexa cleaned the broken furniture up. "Oh, what an exciting event that was", Zain said, cracking his neck. He returned to the kitchen where the two agents had interrupted his breakfast; his English breakfast was still warm. "Alexa", Zain said, "What's my schedule like this afternoon?". Alexa logged into her calendar and looked. "2:15 this afternoon you have an appointment at the graveyard", she said. Zain chewed on a piece of toast with strawberry jam and butter on it and remembered; today was his brothers anniversary. Zain whistled to Shepard who was alert and got up for his master. Shepard got up and looked at Zain who had started to cry. Zain gestured to a low cabinet and Shepard understood and went to open it. Zain held the handle f the harness and once he heard the sound of the cabinet opening, he felt for the brail spelling of whiskey. He found Jim Beam whiskey and felt for a glass which he found. "Alexa", Zain shouted and the root came walking in. "Can you please pour me a glass of this", he instructed. The robot complied and took the half-empty bottle and poured a full glass of whiskey for Zain. "For you, Vlad", Zain said, feeling for the glass and holding it up to the sky, "I miss you every day. All of this I do for you". Zain drank the content and threw the glass on the floor. "Right", Zain said, wiping the tear away, "Alexa, clean this up and then tell me what other shit I have to do today".