Standing at the sink cleaning up after the Thompson’s traditional celebratory pizza dinner, Ryan was glad the boys had accepted his lame excuse that Jeff had to leave for a post game party. André had seemed relieved that he was gone. They quickly settled in to watching the rest of the game and post game victory antics: high fives, fists punching the air and the rest. They had all taken the dogs for a walk and greeted fellow jubilant fans as they made their way back to their cars, parked sometimes blocks from the stadium.
Now the boys were gone and the house was quiet. Ryan let his musings about the day go as he turned his thoughts to André. His emotions had swung back and forth in the previous twenty-four hours: from firmly resolving to avoid any involvement, to entertaining the possibili
