Chapter 9

No way was Calvin going to tell his father he’d spent the night—albeit platonically—with Brock.

“I’m glad we could put some work his way.”His daddy rumbled,“I know it can’t be easy for him and John,Jr.”

“John,Jr?That’s who I spoke to.”Had his daddy forgotten what he’d said earlier about the elder Brockwell dying?

“He’s at baseball camp,isn’t he?”

“What?”Calvin’s confusion increased.As did his worries about his daddy’s state of mind.

“Oh,I think I understand now,”his daddy chuckled.“John,Sr.died last fall.”

“Yeah.”

“So John,Jr.,the boy you were in the same grade at school with,is John Brockwell,Sr.,now.”

“Uh,I suppose.

“And his son is now John Brockwell,Jr.”

Brock has a son?Calvin was stunned,but then he remembered Brock saying he’d been married.“Oh,I see.”Calvin felt strangely deflated,though why,he wasn’t sure.He bet Brock was a great dad.

“Anyway,son,I’m glad you hired Brockwells.John,Jr.,uh,I mean John,Sr.will do a good job.His daddy taught him well.”