"Oh, yeah, Roy, he's a good ol' boy," Randall agrees, then the two of them settle into an uneasy quiet. "Uh, he's got a little cabin down on Lake Kemp," Randall says, too casually, "Little crappie house, little boat...said I could use it whenever I want..."
They sit there, awkwardly, until Jack looks up and nods his head in understanding.
"We oughta go down there some weekend," Randall continues, "Drink a little whiskey, fish some...get away...ya know?"