Denise was standing several feet away on her phone.
Parker approached us by himself.
“I’m sorry again,” he said.
Maisie held the football close.
“It’s okay.”
He shook his head.
“My mom shouldn’t have done that.”
Maisie thought for a moment.
“My dad used to say doing something bad doesn’t mean you have to keep doing it.”
I looked at her.
Gavin had said that about a completely different situation involving a
broken kitchen lamp, but I decided not to ruin the moment.
Parker smiled.
“Your dad sounds pretty cool.”
