Charlie sat in the chair opposite the strange man, swinging his legs back and forth and grinning at him. "I got no shooess..." he said, giggling a bit at the newcomer. To Charlie, he looked more familiar than Mama was saying but Mama wasn't scared so Charlie wouldn't be either. He simply swung his legs back and forth and waited patiently for his pancakes.
"Awkward, Hemingway, it was a little awkward..." she bit her lip and lowered her voice so Charlie wouldn't hear her. "I kinda... thought he was you. That you had just been made younger by the island and I came on to him pretty hard..." she went pink at the cheeks. "He doesn't look good though. I think I scared him too much with everything, look at the boy. He's as pale as a ghost."
After a minute of looking at the man, Charlie suddenly piped up loudly, "Are you sick? Look sick. Mama make better."