"Oh." Tiger pulled a chair around from the table and straddled it with its back against his chest. "How's he treating you? You don’t have to stay with him, you know." Tiger's voice dropped an octave. "I could have a talk with him." LaVonne, still pretty though she’d filled out after her pregnancies, whirled and pointed her spoon at Tiger. "No! I don’t want you having one of your ‘talks' with my Frankie. We've been over this before, Eugene. Frankie is a good man and he's been a good father to my children."