On hearing David's words, the two women stared at each other in disbelief, Grandma Mayfair was outrun by a mixture of emotions mostly shock and surprise.
Phoebe surprisingly burst into laughter when her eyes met those of her grandmother, her reaction startled David the most.
"What am I missing?" He asked as he perched himself on the edge of the chair.
Pulling her brows into a frown, grandma Mayfair wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Child did you say Dickson was involved?" She queried.
David nodded; his face still shadowed by confusion. "Yes! My cousin Dickson. He used his Saxon influence to persuade people into signing that damn petition. When I see him, I swear to God...." His palm met his fist to express what he intended to do.
The two had not had a fight in a while___years actually, six of them and it was the intervention of their grandmother and clan elders that ended their physical fights. It was high time Dickson was reminded of the taste of a fist to his face.
