Part 11: encouragement for the path of evil
Two Saturdays, one of the rare Saturdays he has off, and he sits in the dinner, where he and Marilyn ,met reading a book. They are supposed to meet for lunch; she is shopping now, so Odin figures that he might be waiting awhile. He had gotten her as a character, she only worked 4 days, unlike the 6 he usually worked, and thus since she had three days off, she liked to blow her money. She was just a rich party girl after all, and her dad just kept sending her money. This is fine by him, because it also means he can skim money for her and buy some of the things he wants, even though he does have money for his own.
He hears someone slide into the booth next to him, and just presumes it is Marilyn, so continues to read the paragraph he was reading when he hears "Hey Dweeb"
He puts the book down recognizing the face. His younger brother Edward is smirking at him. He looks almost as he did when Philip left, except for the fact that his hair has been cut to below his ears. Their father or Penny must have made him do it. They probably made Edward take the internship he was supposed to take, which slightly amused Odin, but he keeps the smirk off his face. "What is it you want, Lit-tle Bro-ther," He says separating the last two words so that they are said almost in jest. He was going to ask him was doing here, but he really doesn't care, especially since he can probably figure it out.
"No hey, how's it going, why are you doing here, you just want to know what I want?" Edward feigns mocked hurt.
"I don't care about that stuff. Either tell me what you want, or leave my personal space, I am waiting for someone."
"Dad's here too," He nods with his head in the direction of where their father is watching them as he pretends to read a business newspaper.
"And?" Odin arches his eyebrows a little.
"What are you doing anyway, Philip, don't you want to come home, you just abandon us…we decided to keep our mind off your disappearance by taking a trip, we were going to go to D.C. but then we heard from Mr. Richards you were here, because Marilyn is so infatuated with you…"
Odin cuts him off. "Stop with the whining. You personally don't want me back home. You just want me to go home since it is making Dad upset. I am 18; I am allowed to make my own decisions." He is glaring at his little brother, not believing Edward had the nerve to try to make him feel guilty for something that he had promised he would do.
Edward reaches into his pocket. "Dad figured you would be that way." He throws a piece of paper on the table towards Odin. "He said you were stubborn, and if this is how it had to be, that you might need this."
Odin picks up the paper; it is a check for $25,000 made out to Cash, which is the exact amount of his trust fund. He keeps his face perfectly still, and folds it neatly and puts it in his front jean pocket. "Okay, tell him thank you, and if there is nothing else, you can go now."
Edward scowls. "That is it. You aren't even going to try to go home. I don't think it is far that you misbehave and you get rewarded. You're just going to take the check and throw your family away."
"LEAVE!" He is tired of his brothers little melodrama.