It was past four in the afternoon.
The gathering had ended.
Val drove off in that old Chevrolet sedan from Luke's house.
In the car, the chubby boy sat in the passenger seat, pouting and scowling, still in a gloomy mood.
Val glanced at him, "come on, Jack, you're already a man, don't be so petty.
How about we make up?"
The chubby boy sighed, "I just feel sad that you actually forgot my middle name.
I have to ask Mom why she gave me this middle name."
Val was about ten years younger than Linda, and he had often been disciplined by his sister when he was younger, which instilled a sense of instinctive fear of Linda, "Hey, man, there's no need to do that, it's just a small thing.
I hated crybabies in school who always ran to their parents, and I believe you do too.
Let's make up, hmm?"
The chubby boy turned his head away, still ignoring him.
