Teen Ink

What to Do, What to Do

We went back to the vineyard. Bobby was there monitoring the progress of the workers. He was in a wheel chair, so he couldn't do much more than supervise. He looked at us over the horizon and seemed shocked. We told him about how we saw Jim and the note from Alistair, which made him say, “Alistair's back?! I don't believe it! He was the one that supposedly burned your mom when Sam was little. Now he wants revenge on John too?! Boys, don't go looking for John, at least let me come with you, he'll have a trap waiting for you.”
“We know,” I responded. “But that's why we don't want you to come with us, Bobby, you'll be killed.”
“It's better than being in a wheel chair Sam. Please, just let me.”
“No.” Matt said. “And that's final. If we lose dad...”
“Bobby, we can't lose you,” I finished for Matt. “You're like a second dad to us.”
“Alright, but don't you guys get yourselves killed.”
After that we had a pretty quiet evening. Matt and I got out Dad's old Ferrari and packed it full of stuff we might need, including guns. In the morning, we headed toward the road to Rome (which was near the northern hills), and vanished from sight.