At the end of his fifth week of school, Stacy came home from work one evening to find his mother’s phone number on the caller id. “When did she call?” Lamar sat on the couch watching a Survivor marathon, and Stacy had to kick his leg to get his attention. “You talk to my mom?”
“Man,” Lamar started, but he was too tied up in the tv show and didn’t want to fight at the moment, so he only added, “No.”
Stacy glanced at the tv. “When did she call?” When he got no reply, he prompted, “Lamar? When—”
But his friend waved him away. “I’ve been watching this for the last two hours—”
“Fine.” Grabbing the cordless phone from its cradle, Stacy retreated to the bedroom. He slammed the door, then kicked off his shoes, each heavy sneaker knocking against the closed door. “Stacy!” he heard Lamar holler
