"But Dad, I don't understand. What did Mike do?"

George's eyes flashed as he glared at his son.

"Just stay away from him! Understand?"

"I..." Micky sighed. He had a million questions, but he knew there was no use to fighting. "Okay, I understand."

George's eyes softened a little and he followed with a sigh of his own.

"Trust me, Micky. It's for your own good."