“Hell, what’s so funny?” Frank being Frank.
“You, old man,” Andrew offered. “You look like hell!”
“They tell me I had a heart attack.”
“And what is amazing many of us didn’t think you even had one,” was Stephen’s contribution to the conversation.
“You are both so fucking funny.” Frank seemingly tried not to smile. “And from my sons, for God’s sake.”
Andrew noticed the plural and was touched. He turned away a moment, not wanting to tear up in front of Frank.
Frank went on. “I have to eat some crow I guess and talk to Jessie’s brother.”
“Ian, Dad. His name is Ian,” sighed Stephen.
“Assuming he’ll talk to you,” agreed Andrew.