Aiden Grant spent most of the day wrapping up his task perfectly. He stood straight before an elderly man in his sixties, reporting on his work situation.
The kindly old man, noticing the dark circles under Aiden's eyes and recalling the young man's devotion to his wife, chuckled and teased, "You rascal, did you toss and turn all night? Look at those dark circles under your eyes; they're nearly as big as a panda's."
"Hard to sleep without my wife," Aiden said, lowering his head with a sigh, his eyes accusingly fixed on the smiling old man. Then he added, "I have a request."
The old man glanced at him, asking leisurely, "What request?"
The old man's expression remained calm, showing no reaction to Aiden's sudden request. In his mind, he thought: Whatever request this Grant kid is making, it likely has something to do with his wife.
Sure enough, he heard Aiden say:
"Tonight, I want to send those brats from The Lowell Family to the grave."
