Pops sat in the easy chair and squeezed a slice of lime into his Corona bottle. He drank a couple of swallows and patted his pocket for the cigarettes he’d given up years ago. Old habits are hard to break. I watched him from the corner of my eye. What was his angle?
“So, what have you been up to lately? Anything lucrative?”
Ah, there was the angle. He needed money.
“Why, you know I won’t lend and sure won’t give you any cash.”