#Chapter14
AXEL
Twelve years ago
/"Hey, Mom?/"
/"Yes, Axel?/"
/"Can I unpack later? I want to go to the park and see if I can get in on a game./" Football was where it was at, but basketball would do in a pinch.
My mom sighed and sat heavily on the bed, one of my dad’s undershirts clutched in her thick hand. /"I don’t want you going alone./"
/"Let the boy go, Marjorie,/" Dad said, packing tobacco in his pipe. He didn’t smoke often, but the drive down from Vermont had worn him out. Mom wanted to stop every few hours to stretch her legs. I know the trip was hard on her. Being as big as she was and cramped in a car seat for hours couldn’t have been easy. /"Axel is sixteen and can take care of himself./" He winked at me from over Mom’s head. /"Can’t you, son?/"