Chapter 7

His pure joy at being included told me he wasn’t used to simple fun in his life. If nothing else, I could show him that.

As I walked away, though, I glanced back and saw Mitch and Con leaning in toward each other again. Mitch gave a hearty burst of laughter as he looked up at me.

I shook my head at my overwhelming wish to make him happy. Who was I kidding? Con was much more suited to give him pleasure. I was merely a good-old-boy diversion. 4

Saturday dawned pure and sunny. Mitch showed up at the office in the newest pair of jeans I’d seen since grade school, when my big brother Abe bought me some so I wouldn’t have only hand-me-downs to wear.

“Okay, Rita’s ready to go.” Mitch’s glee smacked me in the face.