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Panache
Tony had always had a touch of panache. Ever since he was a little kid. He couldn’t help it. It was one of the things that he’d learned from both his parents since a very young age. He’d found that people didn’t look past the panache. They assumed that he was happy. They didn’t look deeper or ask questions that could get him in trouble.
Tony lived daily in both heaven and hell. He never knew which would dominate his day. His mother was an angel. She would take him out, watch movies with him, and genuinely enjoyed spending time with him. His father despite his suave mannerisms displayed more characteristics of the devil behind closed doors.
He didn’t limit the yelling to Tony, the staff, or his wife. Senior yelled at everyone, unless he was keeping up appearances for the public. It was no wonder Tony’s mother started drinking so heavily. Even an angel could only take so much punishment from the devil without breaking. Once he lost his mother, not even a hint of heaven remained in his so called home.
Tony was honestly grateful to be sent to boarding school. Anywhere beat the hell that his home life had turned into once he’d lost the only angel in his life.
