When Dante and i get to the house, Everett and his dad are sitting on the couch. Armen has a chair.
Armen looks up from his laptop. "How did it go?"
Dante laughs. "What's the turn signal for straight?"
Jerry nods. "Teaching Everett to drive took 20 years off my life."
The boys crack up laughing.
I sit on the coffee table and open a folder. "What's this?"
Everett smiles. "I got to turn that in tomorrow. It's the papers for me to spend the week at Maple University."
"Why?"
"College week. Some colleges let students who have signed with them spend a week there in the spring. We can take tours, stay in the dorms, sit in on a few classes, eat with the students, and some other stuff."
"I want to do that."
"BlackRock doesn't do that." Dante flips through the papers.
"Why?"
"The houses
