I can see that Aaron still wanted to know what I meant by stronger, but he let the subject drop. “Well, did you get to speak to your father too?” Aaron asked.
“I did at lunch, mom had him write a check out for the pool, and she had him write it for extra. She wanted for me to have a bank account of my own. So I deposited half of it into mine, and half of it into mine and Clive’s account too, for when we want to build it in the spring. I had told her that they could have waited to do it, but she insisted it had to be done now. She needed us to be taken care of for some reason. She was pretty vague about it, but apparently she had a dream and she wanted to protect me. Dad doesn’t really speak as much to me since the incident. Every time he looks at my face, or if I have a short sleeved shi
