Chapter 28

He came to my house that night. It must have been arranged, because Mama made a cake and the house smelled like coffee. Usually, she and Dad drank instant. That night, for company—Cal and his parents showed up too—the coffeemaker made an appearance. I had no idea what Coach Keller wanted. I figured I was going to get in more trouble, even though almost ten weeks had passed since the Valentine’s Day swim team non-massacre by then, with no more mention of it. Plus, I really didn’t know what else they could do to me. My father must have thought it was something bad too

“I’m sorry for Reed’s actions back in February,” he apologized for me the moment Coach Keller stepped into our house. “He was raised better than that. He’s a good boy.”