Grandpa delighted in the soul crushing hand shake.
He took particular pleasure in it.
After a while, you knew it was coming, but you just went played along.
Smiled and held on as long as you could.
Felt the joints of your hand squeezed painfully together.
Forever creating disdain for men with dead fish handshakes.
Jack is Ruth’s son.
Grandpa is her father.
We start to see what Jack is up against.
And, no that’s not John Wayne Gacy.