Sell It

Alex

“Yes. My old boss called, and they want me back. They are willing to pay to get me there. It’s an offer I can’t refuse. I’ve already told Oliver we’re going back as soon as the school year is over, or close to it.”

“You’re just going to get up and leave again?”

“It’s not again,” he snapped. “When I left here thirteen years ago, I never promised I would be back.”

“Sure seems like you like the idea of being a ping-pong ball.”

“I don’t think you really have a lot of room to judge in this situation,” he said, the vein on the side of his neck becoming more pronounced. “This is my life. You don’t want to be a part of it, so I really don’t know why I’m telling you anything.”

He got up and stomped into the house. I was not going to let him walk away that easy. I followed him inside, yanking the screen door so hard I damn near pulled it off its hinges.

“Cut and run,” I said. “Isn’t that what you accused me of?”

“No, I think you said that,” he said, opening a drawer in an old desk. He pull