Brian
“So James looks alright,” Jake said.
Brian grunted over his plate of stroganoff and filled his mouth with another loaded forkful. “You only met the guy for like two seconds.” Brian wiped at his mouth where sauce escaped. “This is good, Jakey.”
“I know his dad, too, and he seems decent enough. Don’t you like him? You’ve had more to do with him.”
Brian shrugged noncommittally and took a swig of water before diving back into his bowl.
“Don’t suppose it would help any if I told you to slow down?”
Brian grinned tightly with his cheek stuffed to the brim with beef and swallowed painfully. “Guess I’ll be into the antacids again tonight.”
Jake laughed and leaned into his chair. His uncle checked his phone for the eighth time and pressed a few buttons then picked up his fork again. Bri
