"Michael," Henry had said. "I need to ask you to do something for me." I'd been sitting on the couch when he approached me.
"What do you need?" I asked, looking over at him.
"I appreciate your help with the restaurants over the years. And I know you're very good at drawing the animatronics," He'd started. Just like your father, but he didn't have to say that. William was always good at drawing them. He was good at drawing period. He had always made blueprints for the animatronics, then helped Henry build them. But Henry had always taken control of that.
"And you'd like me to draw some animatronics for you, right?" I asked. Henry laughed.
"You always know what I need from you, boy." He'd sat down next to me. His tone changed to a more serious one. "Go all out with them. Please. Design them however you'd like. I really have no idea what I want in them, but I'm sure you won't disappoint me."
"New restaurant?" I asked. Henry shook his head.
"Maybe. Not right now but maybe someday," He droned on about his legacy, waiting for the "right time" and redemption.
"Hey, maybe you'll run this one, huh?" He joked. I shook my head, smiling.
"We'll see." I laughed, even though I knew it was unlikely. Too much was left unsaid.