There was a tension in the air between them. Vincent knew the only reason the old man remained seated was because he was his son. He wouldn’t tolerate him otherwise. “How’s Mama?” Vincent asked. “You would know that yourself if you ever called or came to see her,” Gil said. “I’m sorry, Papa. I’ve...
Right there . . . A little harder?” “Harder?” Eva asked, surprised. “Yeah, don’t be scared. Maybe just get your knuckle in there and really go for it?” Eva smiled. “That won’t hurt too much?” “No more ...