The talk

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"Son, we need to talk" my dad said from the kitchen in our little trailer. It was small for only two people so it is almost good that mom and my little sister jelly bean no longer live with us. Almost good. Although it's not so much fun to live alone with dad. Because when you live with dad, it's like living with two different people. I live with my sober father who is protective and sometimes actually has good advice to share. And then you have a drunk dad who lives for his beer and to make my life a living hell.
"What is it?" I ask and go into the kitchen. Dad sits at the table but doesn't meet my gaze, he doesn't even look at me.
"Son, you are the future of the serpent," he said. Such conversations do not sound good. "So you have the right to know that we have some financial problems at the club and I may have made the best or the worst decision for our future," he said before pausing and now looking at me with glassy eyes.
"What have you decided?" I ask him and am a little afraid of what answer I will get. He may have sold me?
"I have decided that we should agree with the Ghoulies"

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