(PETE’S POV)
‘So, your coach told me you got benched today, during practice.’ Dad says as he gently moved his knife back and forth cutting through his food.
We are at the dinner table. Yes, we are having dinner and I am trying to think of a way to get Solana to listen to me. A way I could get Solana to listen to me. And here my dad is, adding salt to my wounds.
‘You’re barely here a week and you are already breathing down on my neck.’ I answer him in a calm but spiteful voice.
‘It’s the first practice of the season, you don’t want to start off by getting benched Son.’ Dad persists. Then he sips his wine before adding. ‘I am not breathing down on your neck, also.’
‘So will you be calling the Coach every practice to find out if I got benched?’ I ask in the same tone of voice.
‘Enough p
