I didn’t know why Charles Reeves and his wife hadn’t traveled for their son’s game. It was his first time playing and as a freshman he had blown everyone’s expectations away for a rookie wide receiver. While the Reeves were having a full-fledged party, watching their son play in the national championship for Seabet University. It was ridiculous, maybe, but a seed of resentment had taken root in my belly and it hadn’t left all year long. It was matching the game my dad was watching, the one he wanted me to come in and sit with him for it.
Even over the two hills separating our land from theirs, I could hear the game being played from inside their home. Charles Reeves and his wife, and their son had a lot to celebrate this year. Unlike our house, that only had one string of lights on a single tree outside because that’s all we could afford, our neighbors were decked out. A pair of footsteps had left a trail up along the ridge that led the way to where our neighbor’s house was. The ground had frozen earlier, but my dad must’ve been up and walking already that morning. It wasn’t too bad where we lived, but it was still chilly. I was sitting on our porch, a blanket over my lap from the cold.
“Dusty!” My name was yelled from the house.
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