“No, uncle, I am leaving now, and you cannot stop me.” The uncle laughed. He bowed awkwardly, and stammered, “Good morning, Camorra, sir. Xxnx The cab halted outside a run-down tenament block, and Benjamin stepped down from the cab, and made his way to a doorway, sidestepping the drunk sleeping in his own vomit. With a nod to the driver, the cab departed for Benjamin’s uncle’s house. He knew that Benjamin would remember the dream, and would see the mark that he had left, but knew not how he would react. After that, we shall have you measured for some proper clothes fit for your position. Have a care, sir, for you know not with whom you deal.” His warning was met with a snorted retort, and the man exploded from his chair and dove for Camorra, moving unexpectedly fast for a man of his bulk.
