"Tch! Get outta here!"
The moment we went in, the old man was already intent on kicking us out.
He wasn't working and he wasn't in the best of moods either. He was just sitting on a stool in front of a large table, drinking beer. It wasn't illegal to drink during work hours, but I never thought I'd see him do that. I kind of took him to be the workaholic type, not the alcoholic one.
Yeah, this was my fault.
"I'm sorry about what happened with your kid. I thought you guys knew. But- I'm terribly sorry and it's my fault." I tried to be honest and sincere. But at the same time, I wasn't making sense and I knew that.
All this time, he didn't actually look at me, but now he did. "That kid's like his mother, switching all the time. Ya should have known." He looked down again. "I know it wasn't your fault," He mumbled. "But ya should have known." He drank the whole can and crushed it. "They just weren't made to be loyal."