His Jessica should have been humming a tune while doing chores at home, or playing with the dog in the backyard, driving the kids to the supermarket for shopping, instead of sitting in a wheelchair now, with an unhappy face.
"Do you have the courage to face your opponent head-on? Do you really have it, Jeff?" Tommy asked with a smile, looking at the tall, good man in front of him.
Jeff nodded, "Of course."
"Good. Just before I rushed to the hospital, there were several violent incidents in the Eighteenth District where veterans attacked Cuban-Americans, claiming they were influenced by your performance in the primary debate on TV," Tommy informed Jeff of the news he had received.
Jeff was stunned and, after a dozen seconds, he finally asked, "No~ My God~ Are those who were beaten severely injured? I... I mean those veterans who hit them, were they all influenced by me?"