“I was thinking about coming down to see your first game, but gas is way up. If you could spot me the gas money . . .” “I don’t have any,” I lied. “What do you mean?” he asked, annoyed. “I know you have money saved up from three summers ago.” “The Chrysler broke down. I had to pay to fix it.” “You couldn’t do it yourself?” I clenched my teeth. “I don’t have any money, Dad.” He sighed. “Guess I won’t be making it to your first game.” I’ll survive somehow. “I’m sorry to hear that.” “Damn it, Elliott! That’s just lazy!
