Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
They’ve been good for each other. Both of them suffered in their own ways, trying to be something they weren’t, and watching them grow and settle into the lives they deserve has been good for us and for our kids.
They got married as soon as it was legal and have four rescue dogs as their children which are right now running around our back-yard, barking and adding to the joyous chaos. We still live here on the lake. We’ve added onto the house and renovated.
Kristina didn’t go back for her masters, but does work for The Riley Foundation as a bioengineer. Since our third child was born, Henry Jr., she’s stepped away from a lot of her duties and mainly consults on certain projects now, working from home for the most part.
We still run with the club. I’ve invested in real estate and own a few gas stations in Seneca and surrounding areas. I just sort of fell into it but all in all it’s provided us with the life we want and I give my wife and my kids whatever they want.
Jillian will be here later with her parents, who are sort of step-grandparents to our kids since my mom passed away four years ago, so there’s no grandparents for them on my side.
Jillian now has her masters and a Phd and started a philanthropic organization which is funded by some big money and is advancing education and healthcare for minority populations, as well as a whole shit ton of other stuff I can’t even keep up with.
I’m still Chaplain at the club, and we hold services with Leonard as a guest preacher now and then.
Junior went to jail but I never kept much track of the details.
I still love my wife’s pained toenails. Especially when I paint them.
I’m proud of my life. My leather. My legacy.
I don’t think I knew who I was until that day when I saw Kristina in that white dress with that pink bow in her hair. We shouldn’t be together. We shouldn’t make each other happy.
Not from outward appearances, but we do. And we will.
As long as we both shall live.