Friday, March 8
“Tom has a makeup voice lesson this Saturday because he missed Wednesday for the Hawks game,” I emailed JB, who was picking up Tom for the weekend.
I began getting ready to have dinner at a new sushi place with Jody. The doorbell rang. It was JB. I forced myself to look at him.
“Hey Champ,” JB said crossing the threshold and stepping onto the rug at the front door. I stepped in front of him, blocking him from going any further. JB stopped.
“You ready to go?” JB called out with forced cheeriness, looking over my shoulder at Tom.
“No,” Tom said. “I still have to get my stuff.” Tom’s footsteps thundered upstairs.
I stared at JB. JB stared at the floor. After a while he glanced at me. His eyes were pink and teary. I continued staring. He looked down at the floor. He raised his head and called over my shoulder, “Come on Tom, let’s go.” He glanced back at me with watery eyes.
“How could you?” I asked.
JB quickly looked at the floor. He slumped and didn’t speak. I continued staring at him.
“Come on Champ,” he yelled pleadingly.
Tom appeared and they left.