The king of Birmingham and his daughter

Family business part two

Thomas POV - 

That girl is going to be the death of me, and I already know it that she will. She's one smart girl, a very smart young lady. At the age of nine, she already knows how to read, excellently for her age, she knows how to write perfectly, as shes already showed plenty of occasions.

I wanted her to go to the public school nearby, as I know that she will shine against the other students within her classes. I'm also pretty sure that she'll be able to put a good name onto the family as well whilst shes there. There is only one real issue, however. Her temper. She's my daughter, and any child of mine will have a temper like me in one way or another. And how bad will it be, and how far will it go, or even how quickly will she become annoyed with people around her, for her to snap back at them.

And don't get me started with how smart she is either. She most certainly too smart for her own good, and that will more than likely annoy me with how much she knows, and what secrets that she is hiding underneath her sleeves, and if she lies about her knowing things that she shouldn't, and how well she can keep them hidden. Another thing is if she starts to talk to other boys outside the family. Yes, I cant fully stop her from talking to them completely, I know. But I've only just gotten hold of her, and I don't want to lose my little girl so soon. I need to protect her as much as I am able too from this foul world that we live in.

After leaving Blessing with both Polly and Ada at the betting shop, to let her read yet another lengthy book, which any normal child of her age would find some great deal of struggle with, in peace. However, she isn't going to be any normal child now, is she, I thought to myself. Knowing full well that she's my child, and any child of mine will be a nightmare to a degree to areas that are yet to come.

 I hastily made up way up to the garrison, in the search of Arthur, whilst the people of small heath scurried out of my way, so they wouldn't be pissing me off by making me late to where ever I was trying to get too. They always know that it would be best for them if they just stayed out of sight at all times whenever I was around. Making my way inside of the Garrison, I thankfully saw Arthur at the bar, talking to the barman, Harry, who was pouring him another drink, most likely to be another Irish Whiskey, and him quickly downing it, just as quick as it had come out of the dim bottle that Harry was holding onto. 

"Arthur," I said, to grab hold of his attention for even for a split moment, as I walk up behind him, placing one hand onto the bar itself, whilst still smoking with the other. Even though there weren't many people within the pub itself, it didn't need much encouragement for the whole pub to go completely silent, like it was only moments beforehand, with the slight chit chat, here and there.

" Ah, Tommy! There you are. I was out looking for you, then I heard that you were looking for me too, so I just made my way over to here you see. I only just got here, ain't I 'arry?" He looked over towards Harry, to get some sort of justification from him.

"More like half an hour ago Arthur. You've been here longer than you may think" He told him, with a hint of relieve in his voice, as he wanted him out for even a split moment, just to catch his breath, and to be quite frank, I don't completely blame him as he can sometimes be a handful, especially after the war.

Arthur looked up at Harry with a small smile, looking over to me, with a raised eyebrow" Ah well, you see, I must have lost some time then, eh?" He told, to then look back down into the again empty whiskey glass.

" Well Arthur, as much as I have to break this to you, but I need you back to work, as we need to prepare for Monday now, don't we, eh? We're going to be kept quite busy till then, and we don't want the company to be falling behind now do we?" I explained to him, reminding him of the race on Monday to see if all of this magic will work or not.