Chapter 15

“Alright,” he said, guardedly relenting. “I guess…I guess a few minutes won’t hurt.”

“Thank you, son. Is there somewhere we can go…?”

“Well…I…I think there’s a small diner not far from here if that’s okay.”

“Sure. That’ll work.”

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While Preacher was busy seating everyone, Rocco gazed at the man who looked like an aged version of himself. Even though he knew he was his father, Rocco seemed surprised to see that his face had the same structure as his own. He had the same deep brown eyes and tanned skin. He was still slender despite his years, and toned but slightly stooped with age. Around his eyes were laughter lines that made Rocco feel good about him.

“Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?” The old man asked.

“Nothing for me,” Rocco said.

“You’re still a growing boy, so I’ll just order a few refreshments to go with our drinks.”

“Look, I’m not trying to annoy you, but I’d really like to get this over with.”