He stood up.
“Lady, can you stop talking?” he shouted. “Some of us are here to watch the game, not listen to you babble all night.”
People around him went stiff.
Some looked away, pretending not to hear.
The woman flinched, but she still didn’t answer.
She only took her son’s hand again and kept tracing into his palm.
The man laughed harshly.
“Oh, so now you’re ignoring me too?”
Dean was already getting up.
I touched his arm. “Go.”
He started down the steps, but the drunk man moved faster.
He stepped into their row and loomed over the mother and child.
“I’m talking to you,” he shouted. “If you can’t behave like everybody else, then leave.”
The boy jerked slightly.
