He stuck his head through the door and yelled, "BANG! YOU'RE DEAD!" and pulled the trigger on his grenade launcher. The damn fool must have thought th...t it was empty, but a grenade came flying out and buried itself in the dirt wall on the opposite side of the bunker. Luckily for us, it didn't fly far enough to arm, but just stuck there buried in the wall as if it was waiting for us to react.React we did! We beat the shit out of that joker, so bad that he had to be medivacked. We didn't know. When he talks to you I'll answer."I looked over across the street and I saw a sharply dressed man in a bluesuit and the only adjective I could think of to immediately describe himwas hard. He had a vague air of respectability about him that anyonecould tell was just a thin veneer tightly held over an underlying coiledspring of steel. He wasn't the man you would want to offend or get caughtlooking too closely at his wife. He emanated a certain threat which I amsure he cultivated over the years. I think you’re a keeper.”“I think Jack and all his family is a keeper for me.” She hugged me.Arm in arm, we went into the kitchen to help. Mom put us to work.With all of us gathered around the table to eat, Dad prayed specifically mentioning Jack, his kids, and me though not in that order. He also prayed for David’s youngest child who was facing some tough college exams. Everyone dug in and it was a grand time. Dad had Jack and me sit between Mom and him as special guests of the evening. He. “It means don’t be a stalker creep and eavesdrop,” I answered. Max’s face had said she was going to answer the question without hesitation -- but when I called the kid a creep, she flashed him the iciest dismissive glare I had ever seen. Kid must’ve felt like an ant under a boot. We left. I took her hand when we got outside. Her glove, anyways. She gave me a look.“I’m not Alex,” she worried.“I don’t want you to be,” I told her. She looked confused. It was a beautiful evening. The sky was.