A 16-Year-Old Boy Slept over at His Best Friend’s House Every Weekend – Until His Friend’s Mom Called and Asked, ‘When Is My Son Coming Home? He’s Been Staying at Your Place for Weeks!’

 

“What things?”

 

Nathan rubbed his eyes.

 

“There’s something Dad started making before I was born. I wanted to finish it.”

 

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He explained that he and Cole had spent their nights in Frank’s guest room and their days working in his workshop. Frank had known all along that both mothers believed the boys were elsewhere.

 

“I begged him not to tell you,” Nathan said.

 

“He’s the adult. He

should’ve known better.”

 

“Why didn’t you ask me?” I continued.

 

“Because you would’ve said no.”

 

“You don’t know that.”

 

“Mom, you won’t even drive down Grandpa’s street.”

 

Before I could defend myself, Nathan went on.

 

“Last month, I asked what Dad was like when he was my age. You told me to take out the trash.”

 

The memory of handing him the garbage bag came back immediately.

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