Stella got out of the tub just when Adam returned home. She got his bath prepared as he went on and on about Riley, fishing, and how gross the fish guts were but that he hadn‘t been afraid.

"Mom. Do you think it would be okay if I watched sports with Riley sometime?"

She lathered his washcloth. "You‘ll have to ask him about that. But I don‘t want you to bother him too much, okay? He‘s been nice but we don‘t want to be pests."

"Okay," Adam said, his ...