Chapter 9“Would you leave Uncle Derek alone!” Boone shouted to Percy, his five-year-old son. “You’re gonna drown him!”
I laughed, wiping my arm for the fifth time in the last minute. “Oh, I don’t mind. It’s hot out here, anyway.”
It was Sunday afternoon and I’d been invited to Boone and Kenya’s for lunch. Percy and Vivian were playing in the yard with the garden hose, while Boone, Kenya, and I enjoyed a glass of sangria.
“Spencer doesn’t want to play outside?” Kenya asked, checking the patio door window through which we could see Spence sitting in the cool living room, playing on his cell phone. It’s an Apple phone Mona bought him last week, without even discussing it with me first. But what say do I have in his upbringing? And yet, I’m raising this child, too. At times, I find it unfai
