Eli again smiled. "Shitdick, you done fucked up and got caught, try to be a man and own up to it, chickenshit. Eva Adam! Your phone please." She quickly turned a corner and tossed Eli her cell phone. Within second of catching the phone. Eli dailed two numbers pressed send and hung up. Almost like will times plan the phone rang. Knowing that it looked like he was showing off, Eli had a smart ass remark about that as well. "I also do birthday parties."
Placing the phone in speaker, Eli exchanged long winded pleasantries with these on the other end of the phone. Like two old friends reminiscing it seemed to go in for ever. Yet that was the customs of this man and his Arabic family. Few things in this world Eli understood, traditions were one of them.
Eli would go on to ask for every detail he got in thirty seconds on the family of Olivia Octavia Delacroix. Eli knew how much of a violation this was. More times than he ever would like to recall, he was standing in the girls place. He wasn't a fan of this, truth be told he didn't like doing nearly as much as he was letting on. Though he smiled his eyes betrayed him in every way possible. Thankfully the number of ways were but a handful.
With a thank you and a promise of swift and timely payment, Eli hung up the phone. "Now then, I won't go into details of what will happen to your family if you insult my mother again. Not now nor ever will I ever tolerate ill talk of Momma. Now that you've had both our fit of temper. Dinner is getting cold for us all. Four plates all fixed up and ready to go, just waitin on you and your man. Eva Adams please bring the first and third plates out to the coffee table with the whiskey." Eva Adams did as she was asked though she had some fear and trepidation to her. Eli wanted to reassure her of her safety but he had already pressing matter to worry about. Olivia.
"The first one is a Pittsburgh styled. A personal favorite, seared on the outside and rare in the middle. The other is med rare,nothing fancy. All with a baked pahtaytah and grilled corn on the cob. Even thought go bring a bottle of bourbon, gonna right perfect with the meat and pahtaytah." Eli didn't expect her to fully understand how he could threatin her family and turn around offer her dinner. That's just the way it was done where he was from. It was a double standard but he knew no other way.