So we made a deal. Funny story, after the bet was over and you came home and she hugged you and spoke her first words and we had an early dinner that she cooked. Way down. Only animal noises. He and I had been bumbling heads and fighting a lot lately and eventually I convinced my mom to leave him. Still with me, son? Over the eight weeks that summer we moved up two sizes of thickness. We spent time building her look and her confidence. Those were just eight weeks because you failed that one class. You had that talk with your mom and you promised her that you wouldn’t fail the class because you’d be spending the summer with your dad and so you couldn’t attend summer school to make it up? The problem is how. Those were just eight weeks because you failed that one class. Really you’ve always hated me and every effort to make us friends.
