Ethan expelled a great sigh. “I’ve already quit school. I’ll find a friend to stay with where I can practice every day. I want to go pro, and I don’t want to wait until after I graduate. Golf is the only thing I can do well.”
Marina chewed on a fingernail. “You might find other subjects you like.”
Sounding exasperated, Ethan burst out over the phone. “I have dyslexia. But did you know that some other top golfers do, too? I know I can do this. I’m not going back to Duke. It’s over.”
Marina pressed a hand to her face to stem the tears that sprang to her eyes. What would Stan do? She could hear the earnestness in her son’s voice, yet she was still a parent who wanted the best for her children.
She tried again. “You know that your future job prospects will be limited without an education.”
