Corsair Stir-Fry

Sid + Meric : Notes from home

Memories remembered

Sid,

Don’t you worry about the businesses. Enjoy the money and your time down there in the South. I’m sure it’s much more enjoyable there than the cold here. I’m taking care of things on the home front. I’m disappointed to see Grantle go too, Grantle was an old fool and started making mistakes. However it does mean a good bump for our business ’tho.

Business is going extra well as I’ve been sure that there’s no skimming in what’s being paid to us. I’ve also introduced a new fee for shop-owners as a way of marking their shops off limits. It’s much easier to have the shop keeper pay us money directly rather than to steal and fence the item. A few have balked but they’ve quickly come round.

Your brother,
Maric


Maric,

I’m a bit alarmed by your last letter – a lot of the shop owners in town are barely making ends meet now – especially in some of the specialty shops. Sure, it’s one thing for the inns and taverns where there’s always “extra” laying about if you know where to look but some of the shop-keepers barely scrape by. Please stop asking for ‘protection’ money. Also, what did you mean about they’ve “quickly come round”?
Yours,

Sid


Sid,

You’ve left the business for me to run and I’m doing so and turning a better profit than you ever did. My business is booming and everyone that was in our group seem to be happier than they’ve ever been. So a few people grumble in town – so what? We’re on one side of the law; they’re on the other. We’ve had to bend a few rules; make some examples. It’s just the normal course of business. You never did have a business head on your shoulders. That’s just the way a real business is run.

Remember our first job? The house that that uh, incident you did happened in? You’ve always shied away from the physical stuff since then and I understand that. Understand ‘tho that that’s how people like ourselves get ahead. Not always to the extreme you did that time but effort always makes right.

Maric


Maric,

Memories are flooding back to me. Your mention of that night of the killing during the robbery. I remember what happened. Your words saying that I was the one who did it. Asking why I had done it. Asking what came over me. I was in shock. You were the one that killed. You were the one that stabbed. You were laughing while you did it. I had never seen that face on you before. All I did was stand there in shock while you placed the knife in my hand. I have blocked out so much of what you’ve done. The memories are free now. I had always called and considered you as a brother. No longer. You disgust me. I’ll be back soon.

Until then,

F#$@ O^#
Sid

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