"...even though I couldn’t see his eyes, I knew there was no sort of remorse in them, at least none like what Tommy had after stealing the iced tea." Ah, the apple doesn't fall very far from the tree. This does not bode well.
I love this so much as a description, as a character tell, as a deep insight into the relationship between father and son: "I saw Tommy smiling a facsimile of his father’s grin."
"...even though I couldn’t see his eyes, I knew there was no sort of remorse in them, at least none like what Tommy had after stealing the iced tea." Ah, the apple doesn't fall very far from the tree. This does not bode well.
Indeed it does not haha. So often our foibles are those passed down to us from our parents, albeit slightly mutated.
I love this so much as a description, as a character tell, as a deep insight into the relationship between father and son: "I saw Tommy smiling a facsimile of his father’s grin."
Yup, like his father in some ways, mother in other. Thanks EK!!