. . all of you?” George asked. Jeremy said, “Sure. What’s on your mind?” “Can we sit down?” George asked. Billy helped George onto a harder, wooden chair, because it would be easier for him with his bruised ribs. Jeremy and Jeff wore a look of concern evidenced by their wrinkled brows. Danny, Randy and Billy looked at George expectantly. “I was thinking,” George said quietly, gathering his courage, “that maybe I should go to Arizona by myself. I could take a plane or bus,” George said, first looking at Jeremy, then at Jeff. “It might be safer for everyone.” “No!” Billy said, leaning forward towards his father. “No way!” Randy placed a hand on Billy’s arm to quiet him and to allow George to continue. “If there are men after me, I could be putting you in danger. I do not want that,” George pleaded.
