Right turn, left jab

Tony was distracted as he turned to see who was calling out and who was the object of abuse. On his left, Max saw his chance, grabbed Tony’s left hand in which was the out-turned toasting fork, jabbing it forward into the shoulder of the tattooed monster in front. Then he quickly let go, leaving the fork in Tony’s hand.

Max jumped up and called:

“Come on, let’s get away from him, Mark!” who quickly squeezed away along the row. Max shouted up to the men above. “He’s not our dad. He’s bad. He makes us suck his willie!”