Twisting in the Wind

Cousin Jeffery was left twisting in the wind, on Sunday, after the grand parents threw out the family's "plan B," presented by mum and dad, tactically. It put the injured family member, namely Jeffery, on the bench, so to speak, to allow them two family representatives on the day of the meeting.

If Jeffery can't attend family business meetings, he can elect up to two people to replace him, but only if pa and gran don't use their veto powers.

Cousin Jeffery was to be replaced by either Xavier and Georgia, loading up the females would win gran over, but not pa, or, Aaron and Travis, which would placate grand pa, but was nan still smarting from her eye full of Travis from his nudie romp with Bridget?

"When will that boy ever grow up?" gran was heard to say afterwards.

Usually, it is pa and gran and Jeffery, who holds some sort of proxy power which gives him 2 votes. Four votes is what James-family-constitutionally needed to pass a motion. Usually, Jefferey does the lot. It is against Jefferey's nature to be anything other than totally honest and totally fair. In family business dealings he is beyond question. But, if he can't attend, neither does his proxy.

That forced the grand parents to decide between a youth policy and the oldest members of the family, in choosing Jeffery's parents, two family members nearer their own generation.

The issue was family trust funds and the increases trust fund holders, which is just about everyone, can expect.

Truth is, Jeffery has had enough and he's heading to Laos to enjoy the company of the waiter Vundi at the hotel, where he'd stayed, who'd been more than happy to give personal service, for very few extra dollars. He's not sick at all, as the matriarch and patriarch have been lead to believe. But he thought Xavier and Georgia would be a shoe in, therefore shoring up the younger family members expectations.

But, his mother and father would slash every one's budget in-line with gran and pa, and it could be irreversible for 12 months.

Jefferey was due to leave for the airport in a matter of hours. Did he care? He had to care. Perhaps, he could talk to his grandparents, impress upon them... it would never work, they'd swing to the conservative side because they had to scrimp and save all their lives. Blah, blah, blah. They may have been true for the first few years of their marriage maybe, but then grandpa found his forte in property development and made a fortune. But, some how in business matters, now that they are effectively retired, they have the attitude that less is more. That the younger generation should be happy with less, to somehow balance out their own life time allocation.

Jefferey wanted a pay rise and the new super hot Renault he'd had his eye on. He was in a bind. He was the one who had to fix it. He knew that. The rest of them were useless, they'd create ugliness and then moan about it. Jefferey just didn't want to declare defeat quite so soon.

He cheered himself up with the thought of smothering the two old reprobates with pillows in the middle of the night. They'd soon stop kicking, he thought.

The wind blew into Jefferey's face. He closed his eyes momentarily and let the wind buffeted him. It blew stronger than he first anticipated, turning him to the left to face directly into it, as thoughts of murder left his head.