“Why would you ask me such question, grandma?” Brian asked, shooting his stare at her and noticing his father with the corner of his eyes.

Mr. Coleman’s stare was at grandma who busied herself with the cup of juice which she had in her mouth. She took her time to glug down the juice gradually keeping everyone waiting for her reply.

“You know,” she finally said after smacking her lips callously, “I asked you that question because you young men are always on the street ...