"What are you doing here?" Charles asked while firmly gripping the handle of his cane. He was like a swordsman that was about to draw his sword and hack the person in front of him to pieces if his answer didn't satisfy him.
"To see you of course," Mark answered. He eyed the old coot in front of him fearlessly as if daring him to make the first move. "It's been a while since someone from the city visited us countryside folks. It would be a shame if I didn't come see them."
"I didn't come here to visit you. Why would I go out of my way to look at horse manure?" Charles chided. "I came here to see Arthur, Alice, and that girl Kate. Of course, I plan to visit Emily as well. You can roll over and die for all I care."
The two old fogies glared at each other. Arthur and Alice shook their heads from the side. They expected that the two would act like this if they saw each other, their guess was spot on.
