My dad came back into the room from his phone call with a weird smile on his face.
“How's uncle Frank?" I asked as he sat down next to me in the chair. “He's good. Fantasy football talk. Lots of moving numbers" it felt like a lie but I didn't care. I was going to get to spend the day with Harvey tomorrow morning and man, I don't think anything could take that feeling away from me.
“How much do you know about your friend Harvey?" asked my dad typing something into his phone and then putting it away.
“I've been talking to him for a few months now, I don't know him super well but I like him," I said. “He seems like a good guy. From the little bit I got to talk with him the other day at least, he was very polite, kind of refreshing. Must have good parents" he said. “No, not really" I resp
