Startled, but too much under the influence of his own momentum to stop
suddenly, Mun demanded, "Didja git the corn in?"
"No, Pa."
The fires in Mun's brain died. Harky, who should have been sassing him
back, was meekly turning the other cheek. Despite Mun's frequently and
violently expressed opinions concerning the all-around worthlessness of
his offspring, Harky was his son and the sole hope of the coon-hunting
branch of the clan Mundee.
"Ya sick, Harky?" Mun asked suspiciously.
"No, Pa."
"Then what is chawin' on ya?"
"Tell me again when my great-grandpappy come here," Harky requested.