"Go, go, go!" Jack chanted, leaning forward in his seat to stare at the television in front of him.

"Yo, man, run!" his best friend, Jamal, yelled beside him.

"God, these games make me so nervous," said Jack, gulping down a swig of his beer.

Jamal said nothing. He simply chuckled at the rapt attention his friend paid the baseball game.

Suddenly... 'Ding, dong,' sounded the doorbell.

"Oh, come on," Jack whined, leaning back against the sofa despondently. "Not now!"

"Man, calm down," said Jamal, rolling his eyes at the other man's laziness. "Stay there. I'll get it."

"Thanks, Jamal," piped Jack cheerily, propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of him and leaning back
farther in his seat, his eyes never leaving the TV.

'Ding, dong!'

Sighing, Jamal slowly picked himself up and headed for the front door.

'Ding, dong,' the doorbell rang again. Their visitor was getting impatient.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm comin'," Jamal muttered, his long legs striding toward the door.

When he finally reached it, the young man swung the door open and was startled by the face that greeted him.

"Rafe."

"I need to see Alison," the visitor insisted, pushing his way into the house...