Eldest

Moshe telephoned his brother. A rendezvous
was organized. We would all meet for lunch
at this swanky city restaurant. I wondered what
had prompted Aaron to suddenly seek out his
Father. There still wasn’t a dicky-bird from Gustav,
Mr Steinberg’s youngest son. But I figured we were
making some headway. I hoped Aaron didn’t have
any insalubrious motives. Such as extracting a
final bequest from his dying Father. That would
tear at Mr Steinberg’s ailing heart. I dug out my
best dress. I would look my grandest for this
eldest son.

Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist