Chapter Thirteen
A knock came on the kitchen door. Jenny chugged down the last gulp of her orange juice and snatched a slice of unbuttered toast from the stack Anna had made, slapped a dab of butter on it and headed for the door. Michael always picked Jenny up on Friday’s because it was game night and he never ran his cross country route on game nights. He and the Toulouse High Mustangs were hosting Savannah tonight in a big conference showdown.
“Have him come in for a minute,” Anna told her daughter. “I have a present for him.”
Tom looked up from the morning paper and Jenny wheeled on her heel, an eyebrow c****d as if to say, “What’s the occasion?”
“His birthday is in three weeks but football will be over then and I wanted him to have his birthday present before the season ended,” Ann
