Chapter 109

“I heard you two talking about bills, Reed. The house isn’t that big. You have ten envelopes to mail and one check.”

“That wasn’t counting what I’m getting for the ad. And I put aside enough to help out with school for Dev, so that’s not an issue either. I can definitely cover it.”

“That’s not a discussion for today.”

“And there are groups that can pitch in to help get parents or whatever to the Games. You know, like…associations…”

“Charities.”

“Philanthropists.”

“Like the Webbers?”

“You heard about that?”

“Small house. Thin walls.”

I suddenly worried how much detail Dad might have caught in regards to my graphic retelling of the shaving-night sexual play and fight, or even Cal’s teasing.

“Devon! Come on!” Dad shouted at the ceiling. He didn’t dare holler at Mama, I figured. “And for what it’s worth, Reed, you’re being a stupid ass.”

“Dad!” I knew he hated the S-word as much as I did.