He moped around the apartment, dishing out the noisiest silent treatment on record. He slammed doors and cabinets, cursed under his breath when he ripped the last paper towel from the holder. Reminded me of DeAndre, really, and prompted me to give my little cousin a call. “Lester residence,” he answered, as I’d trained him. “Hello, DeAndre. How are you?” “Cousin Tori!” he squealed. “When are you coming home?” I laughed to myself. He thought Bayford was home for me. “Tonight.” “Yes!” he hissed. “How was school today?” “I got a hundred on my spelling test.” “That’s wonderful, DeAndre. I can tell you’ve been studying.” An elective class I got shoved into at the last minute had come in handy. The instructor told us not to praise kids for being inherently “smart” or “pretty,” but rather for effort exerted toward accomplishments. Suppose I knew a little something after all. “And how was baseball practice with Pastor Jacob?” His tone declined sharply.
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