"Cheers." They both drained their glasses.
The two boys scarfed down their food and slipped back to their room, leaving the three adults to eat in the living room.
Elmer Grant lay there and asked, "Bro, I learned Dad's moves today. I'm going to try them on Melody tomorrow."
Dylan Grant grunted. "You go ahead and try. Hey, come look, I've recruited a bunch of people online."
Elmer immediately shot up, climbed onto a chair, and looked at the screen. "Just these dozen or so people?"
Dylan glanced at him. "We're young. If there are too many people, do you think you can manage them? As we get older, our numbers will grow. The 500,000 Dad gave us can last for a while."
"Bro, I'll listen to you. Whatever you plan, I'll do. After all, our goal is to protect Mom."
Dylan turned to look at him. "This is a secret, just between us. We can't tell Mom about it right now. Otherwise, we're guaranteed to get a beating."
