Sam Watson peeled the tops back from two plastic cream containers and poured the contents of both into his coffee. This he stirred and then took out a cigarette and lit it. He took two long pulls and then gave his attention back to Jeff. His son was busy adjusting his carry-on bag. Jeff’s wheat blond hair was longish and parted down the middle, the two front ends curving inward like pincers whenever he leaned forward.
“You sure you don't want something?” Sam asked.
Jeff looked up. “They'll serve us something within an hour of lift-off and it's included in the airfare. I'll be fine until then.”
“You're too disciplined for your own good.”
Jeff smiled. “On our support level, you have to be.”
“Your father is willing to buy you a coffee and a piece of pie, you know, even at airport prices.”
“I know, Dad. But really I'd rather not, OK?”
“I'll bet you didn't even spend any of the money I've sent you last Christmas.” Sam said.
Jeff said nothing.
“Well, did you?”
“I spent it.”
“On what?”
Jeff studied his father for a moment before answering. “Cassettes,” he said simply.
“Cassettes?”
“Yes.”
“Didn't you tell me you could buy good copies of pop albums for about a buck apiece in the markets over there?” Sam asked.
“Well, yes,” Jeff admitted.
“Now let's see … I sent you three hundred dollars. That means you bought three hundred cassettes?”
“Six, actually.”
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