HE WANTED to be home. The lightning always promised he could go again. Fritz leaned back, the bucket seat cocooning his thoughts. The tournament"s over and a success. With a moment to himself, he thought about the past year as the thunder rumbled overhead. He bumped over the curb as he entered the driveway, imagining Robert E. Lee sitting on a tree stump, waving to him. I really miss him.
HE WANTEDThe tournament"s over and a successI really miss him“Hi, honey. I"m home.” Linda was standing at the door when he came in.
She kissed him and said, “Hi, honey. You don"t know how glad I am.” He was taken aback by the response. “Can"t I be really glad you"re here?” At the table, Ashley and Mary were watching them.
“Sure, but you sound like an alarm went off.”
“Jane called again. You tell him,
