“Great game, Wesley,” Donny said.
“So, you actually watched this time?” Wes
asked.
“I did,” Donny lied, not looking his son in the eye.
“So, Janet kept you off your cell?” Wes
said, grinning at her, and she also avoided his eyes.
“It was me,” Wendy said, bouncing into
the kitchen wearing snug jeans and a tight fitting top. “He couldn’t possibly
talk on the phone when I was constantly chatting with him. Wes, it was a great
game. Ooh, I have something for you.”
She went for her purse and rummaged
through it until she extracted a baseball cap. She put it on his head then made
a face. “That’s no good. It’ll flatten your curls, but your dad said it was
better than throwing it into the mud.”
