Wait Until TomorrowMilton entered the apartment carrying three books and sat at the table. He held the first and traced the edges with his fingers before turning his attention to the second. By the time he began admiring the third, Benjamin had had enough. “Milton, you treat those books like they pretty women. I think you gonna need to get out more!”
Milton pulled the book to his breast and rubbed the back cover. “But she’s so lovely, Benjamin!” He laughed and placed the book back on the table.
“Seriously, Milton, don’t give Jimmy anything else to read. You’re putting all kinds of ideas in his mind. He’s has enough thinking to do about himself. He can go either way. Let him do what’s right for him. You’re trying to put the weight of the world on his back with all of your radical talk. Th
