What do I do now? || Open
Thad sat on a bench in the park, going over papers that were sent to his late father - papers that now belonged to him. Several series of numbers littered the page but none of them made any sense. He assumed it was a ledger of some kind, but had no idea what to make of it. “An instruction manual would have been nice,” he muttered to himself.
Sonny spotted Thad sitting on the bench, though he'd never paid much attention to the kid when he'd had dealings with his father, he was very much aware of who he was and what kind of reputation he was getting around town. Naive little Thaddeus was never going to make it...without some help...and maybe even then that help wouldn't be so free. "Troubles kid?" he asked, sitting down beside him on the park bench, wondering if Thad even recognized or remembered him.
