CHAPTER FOURTEEN
When I got home, my mother and Brenda were unloading the dishwasher. Whitney was asleep under the table. Her ears twitched, and her eyes opened some. But then she went back to sleep.
When Mom saw me, she signed: How was the game?
“Fine. I’m going to take a nap.” I knew I must sound angry. I couldn’t hide my mood. I hurried upstairs and into my room. Before I could turn to close the door, Whitney rushed past me. She sat by the side of my bed. Her tail did not wag, as if she sensed how I was feeling.
I stood in the middle of my room, furious. I should have known it wasn’t going to work, trying to play ball with my former friends. I wondered if I’d be able to do anything with them again. I was really on my own now.
I sat on the bed and petted her head, scratching lightly
