Chapter Six
Beverly
“Dodge, you have baseball practice after school.” I started the car, knowing already that our morning commute to school and then work would be delayed by my sometimes-forgetful son. “I don’t see the bag with your baseball gear in it.”
“It’s Thursday already?” he asked with a whiny voice. “Dang. I’ll be right back.”
In an effort to begin teaching my twelve-year-old some responsibility, I had decided to leave his sports stuff for him to deal with. Keeping his things together in their own bags was now his chore, not mine anymore. So, I knew that he was going to have to search his room for the things that belonged in his baseball bag.
Knowing that this could take up to a half hour, I called Delaney to let her know that I would be running late. “Savoureux,” she answered
