Sam was suddenly angry. “You lawyers,” he shouted. “Don’t
you ever give up? It’s finished, Adam, stop playing games.”
“It’s not finished.”
“I just want it all to end.” Sam threw away his cigarette and
held Adam’s shoulders. “Look at me, son. I’m an old man. I can’t
stand this waiting. Please allow me to die quietly.”
His hands were shaking. His breathing was difficult. Adam
searched his bright blue eyes, and saw a single tear run slowly
down his cheek.
“I don’t want you to die, Sam.”
Sam squeezed his shoulders harder. “Why not?” he demanded.
“Because I’ve just found you. You’re my grandfather.”