Jesus!
Who was he talking about? Who did he think hurt me? Eric? I hadn't the slightest idea but this letter caught me in a very aggressive mood and I found myself, moments later driving at about 75mph straight to Royal Catering.
"Hi, Andrew -- let me tell Mr. Marinaro you're here --"
I didn't stay to listen to the rest, pushed my way past the secretary and right into Mr. Marinaro's office. He was on the phone, saw me and looked panic-stricken. I was fuming, holding the letter and pacing back and forth.
"Uh, I'll call you back, Tony -- I'll call you right back!" and he hung up. "Drew, how nice to see you -- but you look upset, did something-"
"From your son, Mr. Marinaro! From Rudy! Damn it, this has to stop, I've filed and re-filed lawsuit papers and this time I'm serious! You put a stop to your son, today, or this is the last time you'll see me outside a courtroom! God, my life is being destroyed by Rudy, Mr. Marinaro. I'm over it!"
"Andrew, Andrew, calm down... Rudy isn't --"
I cut him off again. "Isn't what? Isn't in town? That's what you said the last time! I've had it with both of you! No more lies, no more covering! He's a sick man and he must be stopped!"
I threw the note on his desk and stormed out.
