What Is It

Timothy gulped. He was obviously tempted, but he was not a fool. How could Howard offer him something so wonderful for no reason? Out of vigilance, he asked, "Dad, what is it that you want me to do?" Howard spat, "Take the blame." "What?" Timothy raised his voice and stepped back in fear. What a joke! Even though Timothy was an uneducated man who did nothing but play around all day, he did not want to be put in jail for his stepfather, who wasn't even his blood relative. If he got a criminal record to his name, he would be doomed for the rest of his life. It was not worth it. Timothy backed up and said, "Dad, I think it's better for your youngest son to do this kind of thing. I'm not as good as Charles. Why don't you tell him to do it?" It wasn't like Howard hadn't considered it. However, why would Howard sacrifice his own son when he had a stepson to take the fall for him? Howard patiently coaxed him. "Timothy, didn't you say there was a car you were interested in? When you're release