Part 758: Libra (Father) B

Sorry about last time, old-timer.

What, the tea? Hardly something to apologize for. I was happy for the chance to chat.

Well, good. But I still feel bad you wound up drinking alone. Anyway, I brought my violin by way of apologizin'

...I'm sorry?

Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a violin performance.

It...does?

What, were ya born in a barn? Course it does! I gotta tickle the catgut for three songs, then do a backflip. That's when you stand up and start clappin' and cheerin' and throwin' roses. ...Er, at least, that's what Ma said.

Brady, listen to me. No one has ever apologized to me that way before. ...EVER. Your mother's having fun with you again.

What, AGAIN?! Oh, that tears it! I'm gonna-

Brady, wait.

What?!

As long as you're here, let's just enjoy a nice chat and forget about Maribelle. I'm almost thankful, really. If not for her japes, you'd probably wouldn't have come by.

Forget Ma? But she's been playing me like a dancin'-monkey organ guy!

Aw, heck. Fine. I guess I can put up with her horseplay a bit longer... It'd be nice to just sit back and chew the fat a bit.

It's settled then! Pull up a seat...