live just outside the wall,â Troy said, pointing in the general direction of their house.
âWall?â
âThereâs a wall around the club,â Troy said. âWe live in the pinewoods just outside. Itâs nice. I got a tire to throw footballs through.â
âAnd sheâs there?â his father asked.
Troy nodded.
âBut, howâd you get here ?â his father asked.
Troy waved his hand toward where heâd scaled the wall and said, âJust walked. I knew where G Moneyâs house was.â
Drew looked at his watch, then at Troy, and asked, âAnd sheâs okay with this? Walked, as in climbed-the-wall walked? Or you walked all the way around? Wait, donât answer that. I donât want to know.â
Troyâs mouth fell open.
âTroy,â his father said, leaning toward him with all of the friendliness draining from his face, âdonât even tell me that your mom doesnât know youâre here.â
âWhy?â Troy said, laughing nervously. âItâs no big deal.â
His father shook his head and said, âOh, yes it is.â
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
â BUT,â TROY SAID, HIS voice barely rising above the muted chatter of the nearby cardplayers, âyou said you wanted to see me.â
âAnd I do,â his father said, nodding his head, âbut not like this, not sneaking around. No, wait. Donât drop your head like that. You didnât do anything wrong. Itâs just that I donât want her to ruin it. If we give her an excuse to act outâany excuseâsheâll use it. There are reasons I didnât stay with her, Troy, and none of it had anything to do with you. Like I said, I didnât even know about you.â
Troy studied his fatherâs face: the brown eyes flecked with shards as black as tar. They whirled like hypnotic tops. Troy thought of the annoying things his mom could do, the way she managed him like a circus tiger:cutting him off; making him sit, roll over, and jump through hoops of fire. She claimed it was all for his own good, but he knew how any little deviation from the rules, any misstep, led to consequences that were always severe.
âI know what you mean,â Troy said.
His father put a hand on Troyâs shoulder and squeezed. âSo, hereâs what we do. We get you back before she knows youâre gone, and then we do this thing right.â
âBut youâre leaving tomorrow,â Troy said.
His fatherâs grin reappeared, and he tilted his head. âI was supposed to, but if you think Iâm leaving without getting this straightened out, youâve got another think coming. Troy, do you realize how excited I am to have a son? Forget about how great a football player you are and this football genius thing. Iâve always wanted someone to go hunting and fishing and to ball games withâall that stuff.â
Troy felt his heart swell.
âCome on,â his dad said, rising from their seat, âlet me drive you home. I can let you off on the street, where she wonât even see us together.â
Troy shook his head and said, âHonestly, itâs better for me to just go back the way I came. Once I get over the wall, itâs a shorter walk than if you let me off at the top of my driveway.â
âWhatever works,â his father said.
âYou could help me out, if you donât mind,â Troy said. âMaybe drive me to the back of the development. If youâre with me, I wonât have to worry about the security guards.â
âGuards? You mean G Moneyâs guards?â his father asked.
âNo, the Cotton Wood guards,â Troy said.
His father raised his eyebrows. They stopped to say good-bye to G Money, and the rapper told Troyâs dad to hurry because he wanted to win back his money. Troy climbed into the front seat of the Porsche next to his father. The smooth leather and green,