"Well, hello Frank. Haven't seen you for awhile."
"I've been to California and back to see friends, family and the grandkids."
"Nice. Are you here for your usual? Copenhagen Long Cut and some Black Velvet?"
"You know me too well..."
"Coming right up..."
"Thank you Ryan..."
"Have you talked with Steven, or seen him lately?"
"No. He doesn't talk to me. He was here for the Barbecue and Bluegrass Festival but didn't bother to see me. When we talk he won't listen. He's worse than a woman, stubborn as hell. I can't talk to him without arguing. He wants to tell me how to do this and that, and I say, 'no, I'll do it my way...' He asked me a while back for something, but he ain't never gonna get it..."
"Oh my..."
"Yeah, he can spend money on trips to New Orleans and bullshit, but he can't make time for his Pop. He's in Miles City with his Joe. He's happy to have weekends off now, but Joe works Sundays. So if he ever calls me, it's on Sundays, but he always tell me he's just too busy..."
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