Glancing between them, Jack steps in, letting his mother sink into the background and away from John Twist's glowering anger. Ain't nothing new--John Twist's been angry at something or someone for as long as Jack can remember, and if that someone is usually his son, well.
Some things you just gotta live with.
"It wouldn't be like that," he says, to his father, stubbornly optimistic. "We'd work. Just want to help you out with this place, is all."
His sandwiches gone, he gets up from the table to put the dish in the sink, rinse it off, look out the old window that faces the south-going road. Straight as a pin and going exactly nowhere.
"May as well get some of the mowing done this afternoon."
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Date: 2006-05-06 05:11 pm (UTC)Some things you just gotta live with.
"It wouldn't be like that," he says, to his father, stubbornly optimistic. "We'd work. Just want to help you out with this place, is all."
His sandwiches gone, he gets up from the table to put the dish in the sink, rinse it off, look out the old window that faces the south-going road. Straight as a pin and going exactly nowhere.
"May as well get some of the mowing done this afternoon."