Cold Calls

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time.”
    â€œThree things I like to see: the Yankees win, the Red Sox lose, and some funny-assed shit in the middle of my day. And that, my friend, would have been classic funny-assed shit.”
    â€œTrust me, it wasn’t that funny.”
    â€œCoach is gonna be pissed,” Duane said, turning the word into two, overinflected syllables. “You might get your ass kicked off the team there, pal.”
    â€œYeah, maybe. We’ll see.”
    â€œHope it was worth it.”
    Eric didn’t say anything.
    â€œThe kid step on your toe or something?”
    â€œNo, nothing like that,” Eric said. “I guess I just felt like doing it.”
    â€œI can relate. I feel like that about every freshman. What’s his name?”
    â€œConnor Stark.”
    â€œNo idea. Is he on JV?”
    â€œI doubt it. I think he’s a drama nerd.”
    â€œEven better,” Duane said. “So, what’s going to happen to you?”
    â€œI find out tomorrow.”
    â€œI bet it’s two days’ suspension and a shitload of community service. Plus an extra two miles a day from coach and a couple hundred bleachers. That is, if he doesn’t kick your ass off, right there. Your parents gonna come in to school to hear the verdict?”
    â€œOh yeah.”
    â€œThey’ll pile it on, just to show what good parents they are. My guess is you lose the car till Christmas or until they forget, whichever comes first.”
    â€œThey won’t forget,” Eric said, then it got quiet for a second and he was tempted to ask Duane if he’d seen April that day, but he knew what he’d hear: Duane saying “Get over it” or “Move on” or his new one, “That ship has sailed.” So he said nothing.
    â€œRight. I’m gone. If by some miracle they let you out this weekend, a bunch of us are going to Frederico’s. Play some FIFA, probably order pizza. Wings.”
    â€œSounds boring.”
    â€œAgreed. But his sister Sophia will be there, and that’s all I need to know.”
    Any other time, Eric would have laughed and told him she was out of his league, but he wasn’t in the mood, and besides, it would no doubt end up with Duane saying something about April, and he didn’t want to hear it.
    â€œI’d wish you luck tomorrow, my friend,” Duane said, the smirk back in his voice, “but I don’t think it’s gonna help.”
    Eric sighed again. As bad as the punishment would be, it would be nothing compared with what would happen if the caller decided to share his secret. “Yeah, one way or the other, I’m pretty much screwed.”
    â€œAnd not in a good way.”

Seven
    M S . O WENS POINTED THE REMOTE AT THE SCREEN, PAUSING the video when the words PAUSE HERE appeared, then read the folded paper in her hand. “Question one. What did you think of the video clip you just saw?”
    It was 8:45 in the morning. Eric was sure that the people in the class—Ms. Owens, nineteen students, and a security guard—weren’t thinking a thing. They all had that glazed-over, just-got-up-and-already-exhausted look that went with any first-period class, only this was Saturday, so it was worse.
    His father had gotten him out of bed at six, using that rare voice that told Eric he’d better move it. His parents had let him drive himself, but it was more out of convenience for them than trust in him.
    He’d arrived at the Jefferson County Community Center at seven, twenty minutes before the first staff member pulled in. There were a handful of cars in the parking lot, most with a kid in the passenger seat and a stern-faced parent behind the wheel. He recognized the look—part anger, part shame, big part disappointment. It was the look he’d been getting since “the incident,” his mother’s new favorite phrase.
    It was 8:20 before Ms. Owens started collecting paperwork and putting
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