“We’re almost finished. Made a lot of progress today! Stan’s a great helper here. I jest gotta sort this all out my own way.”

“Look. You’re so well fixed? You need just send kid to college? You don’t know what can happen. And Sheila. She’s gonna need pretty soon. The way she spend? Pretty soon!” The idea seemed wryly pleasing. And then with more mockery, “Soon you be only man. Everything on your shoulder. Then what, huh? Huh?”

“Everything’s alright. I’m taking care of it. Ok?” Abe was smiling, but there was a glint of warning.

Shaking in anger he squeezed the bottle, farting semisweet chocolate over mounds of dark ice-cream.