Dinner was noisy as per usual and afterwards we sat around laughing and talking with the women while Ty was being his usual asshole self, keeping us all entertained with his antics.
We were just a family having an evening together with the baby being passed around or more like she was making the rounds, getting her hugs and kisses from all her aunts and uncles; fighting sleep. That kid hates bedtime.
Every once in a while my mind would remind me of what laid ahead of us tonight, what it meant, what it signified. Everything we do from here on out is for the old man it goes without saying.
Closing the tunnel the men were using to traffic the women wouldn't put an end to their evil, but it would be a first step to stemming the flow of that shit in our own town.
We'd all fought for the freedom of others in other countries, I'm fucked if I'm going to see anyone enslaved in mine.