Harlan Coben

And I said, you don't have to shut up.

You can yell as loud as you want.

And come on, I'm 10 years old.

This is an adult male with a beard.

He grabs me by the shirt collar and pulls me forward and says, you tell him to shut up.

um he's giving my what he's giving my girlfriend a headache he'd tell him to shut up and he kind of throws me back and i'm like stunned so we went back up to our regular seats i didn't say anything my dad for a second but he could see the look on my face and i told him the story and my father just went storming down and i'm watching through binoculars and my father is standing behind him just screaming

in his ear as loud as he can.

And then he starts pushing the guy to go, the universal symbol of let's go outside and settle this.

And the people came out and broke it all up.

And my father came back, he goes, you guys can go sit back there.

And I'm like, no, dad, we're pretty good with you.

So that's one of my favorite memories of my dad.

I've used that in books more than once.

Yeah, she was flightier and she was eccentric.

She was quirky.

I mean, she went by one name like Fabio or Cher.

Everybody kind of knew her and she was a very attractive woman.

She was wild, a free spirit into all kinds of, she was a hippie in those days and things like that.

I think it was really hard on her

Because he was kind of a straight man.