Chapter 7Spring 1997
Wills came home again during spring break, the first time he’d done that since freshman year.
His little sister bounced on the bed while JR sat with his arms wrapped around his knees, watching the brother he idolized as he unpacked. Wills caught up on the goings-on of Elmo and Big Bird, and discussed the chances of the Yankees taking home another pennant.
“Wills,” his dad called from the bottom of the stairs, “your old treehouse needs some repairs. Want to give JR and me a hand?”
“Sure thing, Dad. I’ll change and get my tool belt and meet you in the backyard.”
“I get to help, Daddy?”
“Of course, JR It’s your tree house now.”
“What about me?”
“Naptime, peanut. Come on, be a good girl. Wills will play with you later, okay? Now give your brother a chance to change
