But you saw him. Right? He was only a few feet away. Maybe a yard or two? he poured two cups of coffee. One for him and the other for his boy. Was it crowded? You had a clear shot. Yeah? the son nodded his head. Were you scared? What stopped you from pulling the trigger? he lit a cigarette and then handed the pack over. Look. Let’s just calm down, the old man said. Take a deep breath. Breath through your nose and let it out through your mouth, the boy followed directions. Go over how it went. Tell me.

I saw him at the football game.

Up at the high school? the boy nodded.

Then what?

We were in the bathroom. Two of us standing there, taking a piss. He finished and went over to wash his hands. Watched him in the mirror.

Say anything to him? Talk?

No. Not a word. Pulled my gun out. He just looked at me. Looked and laughed. Like I was some kind of joke. Pointed right at him. The bathroom cleared out. He said to me, are you going to shoot? Then he smiled. Said, I didn’t think so, and walked out.

That’s when you came here?

Ran to my car. Heard people saying, he’s got a gun. Just drove off.

Police, open the door, they barked. Another knock. Police. We know you’re in there. Come out with your hands up. Up where we can see them, the cop yelled.

The old man looked at his son. You want to get that? Or, should I?