A spoonful of the past

He had received the most lavish praises, and he had harvested the nastiest curses.
He was a guy whose every vein pulsed with defiance.
He was a white boy who could never become a celebrity.
He was a youth from the countryside in the eyes of the masses.
He was Tommy Hawk.
He had been reborn.
Welcome to the story that tells of the American Dream in the first half and the American nightmare in the second.
Let's invite Tommy Hawk to take the stage, in the winter of 2022.

America 1982

Julian laughed and nodded, and Tommy step by step elevated his ordinary rich girl to the seat of America's Chief Justice. He knew well the blood and darkness hidden beneath his daughter's glamorous rise, all of which Tommy chose to bear alone.


Or rather, the word "care" was inadequate to describe what Tommy had given.


"So, father-in-law, can you finally call off the Pinkerton detective from my tail?" Tommy joked.


Julian wittily replied, "Of course, he was called off a while ago. Now, it's my daughter's turn to supervise you personally."


"I've made many promises to Mr. Julian Farrell, and now I want to say, I've kept them all, including the last one, family above everything."


"So, you can rest assured, take Odelia by the arm again, and hand her over to me, and this time, I won't let go."


Julian, with Odelia on his arm, slowly walked toward Tommy. Watching Odelia draw nearer, Tommy said:


Chapter 11: this is America!_3