"What's going on? You don't like the color?"
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I turned toward him.
"I want to ask you something."
"Sure."
"What position do I play?"
His smile stayed there for half a second too long.
"Football."
"What position?"
He looked toward Mom.
She said nothing.
"Come on. I haven't exactly had a chance to catch up yet."
"Okay."
I nodded.
"What college am I applying to?"
His jaw tightened.
"Your mother kept me out of your life."
Mom inhaled sharply.
I held up my hand.
One more.
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I pointed at Ray.
"What subject almost kept me from passing last year?"
My father stared at me.
"How would I know that?"
"You wouldn't."
Across the street, Mrs. Patterson had stopped watering her flowers.
I didn't care.
My father held the keys toward me again.
"Look, I know I missed things. That's why I'm here. I'm trying to make up for it."
