Only one thing interfered with his good mood — his parents. When he'd returned home on Saturday after the game, he'd called his mom at work to tell her the good news. He knew she was proud of him, but she'd been on her car phone so she hadn't been able to talk much. Longing to tell someone else about the game, Renny called his father. When he got the answering machine, he sighed and left a message asking his father to call him back as soon as he could. His father did call back, but not until dinnertime. His mother answered the phone. She was tired from working, and the tone in her voice was snappish — the very tone his father had complained endlessly about in the months before the divorce. “He's eating dinner right now,” his mother said. Renny looked up from his empty plate. “Why are you calling?” Her brow furrowed as she listened. “Oh, he called you, did he?”
