Chapter 2Judd
When I got home from soccer practice one day, my mom said, “Honey, you got a phone call a few minutes ago.”
“Who from?”
“He said his name was Louis Lefevre. I wasn’t sure about the last name, so I made him spell it. His number is on the pad by the phone.”
“Thanks, Mom. Do I have time to call him before dinner?”
“Yes, dear. Your dad should be home soon, though, so don’t talk too long. Who is this Louis? He seemed like a nice young man.”
I kissed her cheek. “Smells like pot roast tonight. Yum. I know who Louis is, but I don’t really know him. I guess I’d better see what he wants.” I grabbed the post-it note from beside the phone, went to my room, and punched in the number on my cell.
“Hi, this is Louis.”
“Hey, man, it’s Judd. ‘Sup?”
“Hey, dude! Whitney Pell asked me to
