Chapter 3

“Oh, I believe he’s smart. Nobody dumb could make the sort of plays and decisions he does on his feet.”

“But it’s not just—” His protestation that Tre was more than football was cut off by the doorbell. He frowned as he glanced at his dad. “Who else is coming for dinner? I thought it was just us this year.”

George shrugged. “It could be Hazel. She’s been threatening to drop by with our Christmas gifts for the past two weeks. Since she always gives way the same disgusting sugar cookies, I haven’t been anxious to see her.”

“Michael?” His mother’s voice drifted down the hallway. He looked up just as she opened the door. “Why didn’t you tell me you were inviting a guest?”

“I…”