We live in a ranch house on a half acre of property on Cedar Brook Road. My mom once told me we bought the house because it’s one level and there are no stairs for Dad to climb. There are three bedrooms, so I don’t have to share a room with Danny, my ten-year-old brother. Thank God! I mean, he’s okay as brothers go, but I wouldn’t want him in my room.
“How was the basketball clinic today?” Mom asks over dinner.
“Awesome! I learned a lot. But I was the only guy from our team who showed up. Coach Ant gave me a ride. He even drove me home.”
“Where were the other kids?”
“I don’t know. Maybe they don’t care.”
“That’s a shame,” Mom says. “But at least you had a good time. Was Coach Antonelli disappointed in the turnout?”
“Yeah, I think he was.” I swallow a mouthful of mashed potatoes and c
