Broken Vessels (volume 2 Of Jars Of Clay) - Plot & Excerpts
He’d never defied Brutus before—that had been Gordian’s job. Cassius was the good son. He hated to make his father angry, and worse, to disappoint him. He took a tentative step inside. “Father?” “Yes,” Brutus’s sonorous voice reached him. “Come in.” Brutus was leaned over, reading a scroll that was rolled out over the length of his desk. Cassius thought he looked like an ancient withered tree bent in the wind. A dry patch in Cassius’s throat caused him to clear it. He was unsure how to start. “You’ll be happy to know the numbers keep improving,” Brutus said. “I’m importing to Rome in great quantities now. The quality of our olives is gaining a reputation abroad. And with the coming games, things are sure to keep getting better.” “That’s wonderful, Father, but I didn’t stop in to discuss business.” Brutus finally looked at him. “Then what is it? Spit it out.” This was it. The moment for truth. “I have news regarding Helena and myself—a decision we have made.”
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