Jaquan scratched his head and said, "Nothing. I'm just asking. Didn't it rain yesterday? It's getting cold. Dad and you should put on more clothes. Be careful to keep warm. Don't catch a cold."
Mrs. Cox was surprised. "Why is my son suddenly so sweet? Do you care about your parents now? I have to tell your father this."
Jaquan's father was an old professor who didn't speak much with his son. He was a nerd who only liked reading. The father and son usually had few words when they met. Since Jaquan became a lawyer, he had hardly come back to visit them. However, Mrs. Cox took the trouble to his home two or three times a week to clean up and cook him a few meals, afraid that he was not able to take good care of himself.
Jaquan thought of Stony's earnest face. He suddenly felt that he, as an adult, was inferior to that child.