“Hey, Mr. Neilson,” Dre greeted me as he came into the kitchen. My back was to him as I turned off the burner underneath the chicken and spicy peanut sauce. The pasta was already on the table.
“Hey, Dre. Give me just a second and you’ll have my full attention.” I transferred the sauce to a glass bowl in the middle of the table, next to the salad. Chester had set places for four people.
“Choice of drinks in the fridge. Take your pick.” While I finished getting the table ready, Chester and Dre got two cans of soda, one beer for me and a bottle of water, and placed them on the table. Who was the water for? Oh right, the guest. Speaking of which…
“Now, where were we?” I looked into the smiling eyes of both my son and Dre. I shook Dre’s hand, then turned to greet our guest. I’m sure my facia
