I’m so caught up in the game, I forget about Luka. At halftime, my phone flashes a reminder. I grab it and head for the bathroom.
Luka has sent me a selfie of him, Mom and Dad all giving a big thumbs-up from the stands. Real subtle.
call me
I dial his number. It only rings once. He starts talking right away.
“So nice sitting here with your parents. We talked about so many things. Your mama, Janis. Such a fine woman.”
I hold my breath.
He keeps going. Each slow word digs deeper. And suddenly I have no breath to hold.
“Pity she works such long hours. She comes home so late. Nice house. Good neighborhood. But crime happens everywhere. Even on Carling Road. Must be what—six blocks from the bus stop to your door?”
“Shut up!”
“Or your brother…”
“Shut up!”
“The game is not going well. Don’t disappoint me, Jack Attack.”