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she couldn’t imagine.
    Did he even notice the news story about
him?   Had he just learned to tune it
all out?
    A few minutes later, the waitress brought
out a plate of nachos with cheese and diced chicken over the top.   It looked delicious, and as Raven dug in
and started to eat, she was almost able to feel like this was going to be okay.
    Maybe everything really would blow over
after a few days, like Jake said it might if they ripped the Band-Aid off.
    And then someone came into the
restaurant.   Raven noticed the man
walking inside and looking around as if for a friend.   But when the man’s eyes spotted them, he
turned in their direction.
    “Uh oh,” Raven said, grabbing Jake’s
forearm.
    Jake saw the guy coming.   “Just relax,” he said to her
softly.   “I’ll handle him.”
    The man was lumbering, not particularly
fast, but he was determined to reach Jake, that was clear.   He was wearing work boots, jeans, a
windbreaker, and a cap.   He looked
like maybe he worked construction or something.   He had a graying beard and long hair,
and his face was lined and worn down.
    Jake turned toward the man but stayed
seated.   “Can I help you?” Jake
asked, as the guy approached the table.
    Raven got a nervous sensation, like the
man might pull a gun or something.   What if he tried to kill Jake with a gun?   What would she do?
    “Yeah, you can help me,” the man said,
his lips pulling back with disgust.   “You can tell me what gives you the right.”
    “The right to do what?” Jake asked,
sounding casual, interested.
    The man’s eyes were watery , his jaw trembled .   His hands clenched into fists.   “I’d like to show you what a real man
does when someone trashes his family.”
    “Sir, I don’t even know you,” Jake
said.   “I don’t think I ever trashed
your family.”
    “Oh, but you did, you son of a
bitch.   You did trash my
family.”   He stepped closer.
    The waitress and staff gathered closer
nearby, obviously concerned about what was developing.
    “I didn’t mean to insult your family,”
Jake said.   He was still completely
calm.
    But Raven was scared.   This man was so enraged, his face was
practically purple, and even though he was older, he still looked strong, like
he could hurt someone if he wanted to.
    “What the fuck gives you the right?” the
man shouted.   “My son should be
alive right now, not you.   Not you.”
    “Sir, you’re going to have to leave,” the
waitress said, as a couple of male staff closed in from behind the man.
    “No, wait,” Jake said, standing up.   “Leave him be.”
    The man was watching Jake as he
approached.   The man’s jaw trembled
more furiously now.   “You should
fucking die, you son of a bitch.”
    “You lost your son,” Jake said
softly.   “Is that right?”
    “Don’t talk about my son, you
bastard.   He was ten times the man
you are.   Ten times.”
    “I believe you,” Jake replied.  
    The man’s fists were shaking now, and
Raven could see he was so close to attacking Jake, mere seconds away.  
    “Every day I miss him,” the man
sputtered, “and he was no coward.   He was no loser.   You’re the loser.”
    “I was wrong to say that,” Jake said,
looking right at the man.   “I regret
saying it, and I’m sorry for your loss.”
    “Bullshit.”
    “How did he pass?” Jake asked.
    “He came home from defending this
country,” the older man said.   “He
was a decorated veteran.   He
actually had battle scars, unlike you,” the man continued.   “You didn’t lose anything.   My son gave up his legs for his country,
and then he was depressed because he came back to nothing.   He said nobody cared about him.   People like you told him that his
depression was weakness and he believed it.”
    Jake put his hands on the man’s
shoulders, and although the man flinched, he didn’t try and stop Jake.  
    Jake looked into his eyes.   “Don’t carry his death on your
shoulders,” he