“Thanks for coming to my game, Dad,”
Stevie said, giving his father a huge hug. “Come to the next one, okay?”
“Looking forward to it, Buddy. Love you,”
Jeffery said, holding on a bit longer than Stevie might have wished, especially
in front of his friend.
“Love you, too,” Stevie said and he quickly
jumped into the car beside Cindy.
Jeffery stared at the two kids in the
backseat for a minute, his fists stuffed into his front pockets. How he longed to be going home with them. He
then shifted his gaze to Wendy. How he
wished he could go home to her bed!
“Jeffery, may I have a word before we
go?” Wendy asked.
“Yes,” he said on automatic.
Wendy moved toward Jeffery’s pickup and
he followed. He stood on pins and needles waiting for her to say something, but
all she did for about a minute was look at her shoes and kick at the gravel.
“Wendy, what is it?” he said, anxiously.
How much worse could this situation be anyway? Would she now ask for a divorce?
