April 19, 1925.

You came to visit your mother and your step father after. Ugh, the old house... It has been almost two years since you left. The old cats, dogs, the dusty and creacking fornitures, but even meeting again the old friends is strange: you clearly cannot skip that. If they're your mother's friends, they're your friends as well- or at least that's what you tell yourself about "family friends". And here, not even the time to unpack, comes Arthur Shelby Senior for who knows what deal or business to discuss with your stepfather, but not without bringing along his son John: you always knew him, even if you two talked very few and, unlike you, he doesn't seem to have changed a bit.

Arthur, as a gent, says "Goodmorning!"; unlinke John...

"Hello." He says, with that almost "bored" tone you know that almost makes you annoyed in a sec.