Thomas opened his mouth to respond, but someone half tackled him from the left, almost taking him down. It was Chuck. ‘What’s up, you little runt?’ Thomas asked, mussing the kid’s hair in the oldest grandpa move in the books. ‘Pretty much running this place, is all,’ Chuck said, puffing his chest out. ‘When I’m not sneaking over to Group B to get me some lovin’ from the ladies, that is.’ This made them all bust up,
