Jack Curry 1998 Yankees Novels & Stories

It was the designated smoking section of the church, and there were a handful of guys taking advantage of it. "Jake Isaac. How are you, son?" One of the older guys turned and extended his hand. "You still up in New England, son?" "A Yankee now, hm, boy?" Another one moved in for his handshake. "Not sure you can take the country out of the boy, Mr. Jackson." Jake shook hands as the guys gave him hell. He shot the shit with them for a few minutes until Kari moved toward him. "Who's this pretty thing?" Mr. Jackson moved up and extended his hand. "Please don't tell me you're dating this rascal."