He unwittingly felt a twinge of jealousy when
the man hugged May Lyn and she kissed his cheek. Just great, he sarcastically
thought. Would every woman he became even remotely interested in belong to
someone else?
Apparently so!
Tristan,
on the other hand, couldn’t care less what his mother was doing. He, after all,
was enthralled with the collection of vintage cars Donny just bought for him. He
carried the bag as if it held all the precious jewels of the world, instead of small
metal and plastic cars.
“Thanks for da
present, Mr. Bashan. Can you tell me da name of all da old time cars?” Tristan
asked as he placed each one on the hood of Donny’s car.
“Gees,
kid, you make me feel old when you call them that. They’re classics, okay?” Donny
said, as he watched May Lyn and the unknown man while pretending not to be
doing so. His curiosity, however, got the better of him and he casually asked,
“Tristan, do you know that man talking with your mom?”
