In the coffee shop.
Jack Amos, Wilton Edwards, and Charles Amos returned to their seats.
Jack Amos rubbed his lower back and looked at Charles Amos across the table.
Charles played chess by himself, his facial expression alternating between guilt and self-righteousness.
"Call your Uncle Clark and ask him to come back," Jack Amos said to him as he watched his face change for the nth time.
"Why?"
"Why do you always ask why?"
Charles Amos looked at him and did not speak.
"Either you make the call, or I hit you," Jack Amos said.
"Why are you like this?" Charles frowned and said, "When other fathers and sons meet, they cry their hearts out, like they want to give the whole world to him, they like him so much. But you, you just want to hit me when we meet."
"..." Jack said, "Did I make the first move?"
"It was me," Charles admitted.
Jack raised his eyebrows.
Charles picked up the cell phone and called Kevin Clark, then put it on speakerphone.
