Haver and his wife often managed to draw in enthusiasts interested in 'spiritual mediumship' and 'fortune-telling,' or the not-so-bright superstitious folks, leading a fairly good life.
The problem lay with their son.
A crooked beam makes for a crooked house.
Their son was not a good sort.
He swindled classmates at school and mingled with all sorts of riffraff outside.
Luckily, other than Azak frequently staying out all night, they mostly had to worry about him bullying others, not about him being bullied.
Therefore, the Havers simply let things be and granted their child ample 'freedom.'
"This really wouldn't have been an issue," Haver said, a flicker of fear in his eyes. "My wife and I thought that after Azak's 'adolescent phase' passed, we'd let him take over our business. But things changed half a month ago."
"Half a month ago?" Dean interrupted Haver's story.
