“You know the proper way is for them to be elected from among the other clans,” I say, questioning my father's sanity.
“I no longer have the strength...” My father lets out a heavy sigh, and whatever else he intended to say remains unsaid. “If we doubt the other clans or don't know whom to trust, then the Don's word is law, my son. And if you decide this is how it will be, then this is how it will be.”
He looks at the three of us, seeing that we're still stunned.
“Don't think this old man has gone crazy. Just tired.”
He laughs.
“Don, what aren't you telling us?”
“Why do you think I'm lying?”
“Because you've never been a progressive. You rarely changed the rules, and now you're suddenly rewriting them in a hurry. Obviously, I'm missing something, and I haven't questioned it until now
