Mr. Cooper swept another hand over his head. “I know it is. I told you I didn’t know.” “You don’t think that excuse is getting old after all these years?” “Son, give me a break,“ Mr. Cooper almost croaked, rubbing his hand over his chest, his face reddish pink. But the man in the chair decided he wasn’t going to give anyone a break, not his business partner, not the man who had been so kind to me for so long. “Don’t fucking ‘son’ me. You always think you know better than anyone else, but you don’t.”