I could move forward with any of that, Saturday morning arrived.
Jake came downstairs looking unusually serious.
“Dad.”
I glanced up.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
He hesitated.
Then he said,
“You don’t need to deal with Gary anymore.”
I frowned.
“What do you mean?”
“I took care of it.”
That got my attention.
Apparently, Jake had spent the entire week thinking about what happened.
He hadn’t complained much.
He hadn’t talked about getting even.
He had simply been thinking.
And from the look on his face, he had reached some kind
