“I will make you an offer you can’t refuse.”
His tone was grim and menacing. He had seen ‘Godfather’ at least ten times and he firmly believed that he looked and sounded like ‘Michael Corleone’.
“Out with it.” I tried to be as polite as I could be. He had often treated me with utter contempt; or so I thought. But I could already sense what he was going to say.
“Think very carefully before you chose to refuse my offer. I would not take any blame for the consequences of your refusal.”
He did his best to scare me with his sinister looks.
“You are being too dramatic. Now don’t waste my time.” I tried to pretend that I was not impressed by his performance.
“Well, this is my offer, if you agree to complete all my pending assignments of Physics I will let you play guitar in my band but only for one week. But if you refuse to do so I will tell mama that you had been …..”
“I accept your offer.” I had almost shouted for, from the corner of my left eye, I had seen mama entering our room.
“I knew that, sensible as you are, you won’t refuse.” He tried to give me a cold smile.
I gave him a dirty stare but I knew that he had again pulled a faster one on me.
It is hard being a younger brother, even if one is younger by a few minutes only.
A post for Two Shoes Tuesday
Word prompts-offer, out