“It’s millennials,” he grumbled. “They are ruining the country.”
I wasn’t surprised this has come up again. So, I tucked the book back into its giftshop bag and braced myself for an argument. It would be one of many, and definitely not our last.
“Why?”
Holland’s sharp eyes cut into me as he got a drag from his cigarette. He was the type of man who didn’t like to be contradicted. To him, anything but an agreement, was a contradiction, and I had contradicted him too many times today. I waited, letting the silence fall between us like heavy rocks. Perhaps he wouldn’t answer me.
His lip curled with a response.