Chapter 9

“He grew up fatherless. His mother was always away on business. He fended for himself. You could even say he raised himself.” I am beginning to feel sorry for Bret Hicks, given his poor living conditions and upbringing.

“But it doesn’t justify his behavior.” Philip’s remark is stinging.

“You’re absolutely right. But I also know that that young man needs positive role models in his life. And those kids he hangs out with are bad news. They’re violent and do drugs. Besides, it was out of character for Bret to hit Darth. His apology tonight sounded sincere.”

“So are you going to be that young man’s mentor?” It comes out half-mocking, half-unyielding.

“Philip.” I hear myself whining and I hate it.

“Hey, I’d love it if you were my mentor. I could learn a hell of a lot.” He slides his arm around my shoulders and we walk toward my house.

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Standing inside the foyer, I ask him, “What did you tell Bret when you went over to his house this evening?”