SIX MONTHS LATER
“MOOOOOMMMM!” Tommy bounded through the door, yelling like a banshee. I pretended to be surprised. I actually heard him get off the bus at the bottom of the driveway. He was about as quiet as a bull horn.
“Whaaaaaaatttt?!” I yelled back.
“We made the finals! We made the finals!”
“I knew you could do it! Congratulations, sweetie!”
I held out my arms and he ran to me. I could never get enough of him.
It hadn’t been entirely easy over these last six months. Leif was now thirteen, and the teenage hormones were in full swing. Well, the mood part, anyway. The girls, well, thankfully I didn’t think I had that to worry about yet. We got him into Counseling with a colleague of Dr. Blake’s. Once a week, he went to individual therapy, and then there was a teen group therapy thr
