Drew let him go. Maybe it was because he knew this wasn’t the last conversating they were ever going to do. Or maybe he was too tired from chasing King Gadsen around in the second half to even walk after the man. Knowing he had more questions than answers, even though he’d met the man now. Especially the answers Drew wanted about how the man who called himself Donald had ended up here. Donald telling Drew to make sure he didn’t end up here, too. Like I’d ever end up some old park player, Drew told himself. He walked home from Morrison, trying not to make too much noise as he came through the front door, knowing his mom was sound asleep by now. Ten o’clock was the latest she made it during the week unless Oakley was playing a rare seven o’clock game. The only way Darlene Robinson was awake past ten was if she’d TiVo-ed something on her bedroom television set and it ran past her bedtime.
