Two and Half Men - Reborn as Jake Harper

Chapter 135

"Can't we just go home?" my dad groaned as we walked into the small beachside café with Uncle Charlie.

"If I gotta drag you to the doctor," Uncle Charlie began, pushing open the door, "at eight in the morning..."

He gestured toward the counter. "...you can cool your jets while I get coffee."

Dad rubbed the bandage covering his left eye. "I must look like an idiot."

"Wish I could tell you otherwise," Charlie quipped without missing a beat.

"You're the reason we ended up at the eye doctor in the first place," Dad muttered.

Charlie shrugged. "You said, 'Throw me a piece of toast.'"

"And I did!" he added, raising his eyebrows. "I tossed you a piece of toast."

I was still staring at Dad, completely baffled. "How the hell do you get hurt with toast?" I asked, eyeing the bandage over his eye.

While Charlie ordered drinks, Dad already had his cup and walked over to the table that had milk and other add-ins. But with no depth perception, he was missing everything—pouring milk beside the cup, spilling sugar all over the table.

"Stop, stop—just let me handle it," I stepped in. "I got this. Go sit down."