After some time, the three men finished their dinner. Julio went back upstairs to sleep, and Damien walked out towards the central porch and found himself a seat.
Not long after, David came out and gave him a glass of wine.
Pouring out the drink, “That wine is as old as you, son,” David said as he sat down with his glass, resting the bottle on the table,
“Thanks, Dad,” Damien said, sipping.
“You’re welcome,” his dad replied, “Now, do you have a list?” David asked,
“List of what?” Damien asked, puzzled,
“Lists of questions like you used to do when you were a kid,” David replied, chuckling.
Damien was an inquisitive child. He was always curious around him—an act he had missed.
Damien smugly smiled, “I actually do have, dad, like three, oh... not t
