“Get in here!” Ralph Porter boomed and laughed as he held the front door open for Wren and me. Winter wind whipped around the little front stoop. “Look at you—the championship MVP in my house!” “Good to know I’ve been demoted,” Wren teased. “Thanks, dad.” “Ah, come here, Wrennie girl.” He threw a burly arm around her shoulders and squeezed. “Missed you, kiddo.” Ralph looked over Wren’s head as they hugged and winked at me.
