Chapter 217 A Ring Is A Symbol

• Frank sat down in the empty recliner across from the couch. His feet flat on the ground, his hands on his knees, he leaned forward, staring us down.
• “We’ve warned you about your grandfather as much as we could,” Frank said. “We knew it would be difficult for you, facing off against him on your own. We were determined to help you however we could, but didn’t know yet how we could.”
• Tammy returned into the room with a bubbling bottle of champagne and four glasses. After handing a glass to everyone, leaving her own on a side table, she filled them one by one starting with Logan and me. After filling Frank’s glass and then her own, Frank spoke again.