“Oh, that’s your son? Fine looking kid. Glad he’s OK.”
“Not exactly.”
“He’s not exactly your kid?” Howard was itching to free himself at that point. Where the hell was Gertie? Women. Up your ass every second until you need them…
“No, he is definitely my kid, I mean he is not exactly OK. His talking is all messed up. Funny thing is, when he does this auction thing, it all disappears. Becomes smooth as silk on a baby’s behind.”
“So, he’s in this thing?”
“Shoot. In it? He is the best auctioneer in the state on the best team in the state!”
Howard figured that was just bluster from a proud pop. “They still in it? What is it? Semi-finals?” He caught Gertie in his sights behind the man and tried every non-verbal communication trick he knew to get her attention. He didn’t know any. He’d alwa
