“Dad, I don"t know him.” Lucas hissed.
“It"s okay if you don"t want to.” Mason offered. “It would be sad if one of your sisters got woken up though.” He headed for the door, smirking when he heard Lucas call out for him to wait.
They walked together into the station, passing the counter run by a tired looking old black man and through the lounge to the men"s room. Mason headed for a urinal, watching Lucas choose a stall. He chuckled a little. The kid was cautious. It was probably a good thing.
He finished his business and moved to the sinks to wash up, taking a minute to splash water over his face and pull his hands through his hair. It had gotten long, nearly past his shoulders now. His grandmother would have chided him into the “barber"s seat” where she could cut the dark locks back t
