“What the hell? It happened again.”
“What’s that, Jase?”
Jason McClure continued to look at his watch with a puzzled expression on his face.
“I said my watch did it again. Says it’s 12:04 p.m.”
Val was finishing the last of the sushi rolls in the kitchen, getting ready for the kids to come over for dinner.
“It’s broken, Jase. It was your Dad’s watch, remember? Who knows how old it is.”