They pulled up in front of Marilyn and Oscar’s nice suburban tract home. It was just like all the houses around it. Quiet and unassuming, but cozy. Similar to the neighborhood Scott grew up in, actually.
Preston’s parents pulled up right behind them and got out of their car at the same time as he and Preston. The front door of the house burst open, and out came Preston’s six-year-old daughter, Candace.
“Daddy! Scotty!” She ran to them and threw herself at her father, who caught her with a grin.
“Hey there, pumpkin.”
Scotty loved to see Preston with his children. He wished they lived closer so he’d get to spend more time with them. Preston scooped her into his arms. She reached over and grabbed a hunk of Scotty’s shirt.
“Scotty, guess what?”
“What?”
“I got an A on the school project.
