Fall kept on its way. We attended football games at the university, high school and middle school. We went to the girls’ basketball games. Andy guested again in many of the science classes and assisted the weight-training club, but I could tell he was discouraged. At least he was doing well at AA, and I was fairly confident he would be okay in that area.
“It’s not only that I want to practice being a vet again,” he said one night as we sat in the stands at the Pioneer High School game against their cross-town rivals, the Huron River Rats. “But it isn’t fair for you to be footing all the bills. You’ve paid for everything.”
“Hey, you do your share. You take care of the house and give the dogs what they need. You volunteer at school.”
“I’m not some goddamn housewife!” he said intensely but
