Chapter 42The last days of September passed quickly, bringing a cold, damp wind, reminding everyone at Lennox that winter wasn’t far behind.
October was a mild month with roller coaster temperatures ranging from low fifties to brief balmy sixties.
But it was all fleeting. Eventually, Old Man Winter arrived with bone-cold single digits, and when my mother called to check on me in late October, she and Dad wanted to know if I needed anything.
I told them I didn’t need anything, nor did I want to inconvenience them, but my mother knew me well, and a week later, I received two hundred dollars on my student cash card.
I thanked her, but her response was immediate, frank, and motherly boisterous. “We’re your parents, Jay. That’s our job.”
“Tell Dad I appreciate it.”
“Tell him yourself.” Sh
