“Spencer, you are forbidden to use the phone, if I remember your mother correctly,” the voice of her Grandmother came over the phone. 

            “Hi Mrs…  Um, Spence what is your Grandmother’s last name?” 

            “Potter,” Nancy Potter chimed in, “you must be Ashley,” sarcasm drifted over the phone line to Ashley’s ear. 

            “That I am.  The one, and the only.  Well, Mrs. Potter, it is a pleasure to have had the privilege of speaking to you, but I’m afraid I’m late for a root canal.  Toodles!  Spence, I will see you at school in the morning…”  A hint of sexual undertones drifted into Ashley’s voice as she hung up her phone. 

            “Spencer, hang up the phone,” her grandmother ordered.  Spencer hung up the phone, angry and feeling very much alone.

~*SoN*~

            Glen and his father were moving to the car, both of them with serious looks on their face.  “Tomorrow…”  Glen sighed.  “Tomorrow…”

            “Son, if you are having second thoughts.”

            “No way Dad, it’s not that.  Spencer said something to me…”

            “Glen, I told you, you need to be supportive…”  Arthur began.

            “Not about that Dad.  About me.  She told me I was more than basketball, and until that doctor told me I might never play again, I realized, who am I without it?”  Glen asked.

            “You are a smart, handsome young man with great potential.”  Arthur stated. 

            “Potential for what Dad?  That’s just it, I don’t know.”  Glen struggled into the front seat of the car.  Arthur closed the door gently.  Looking down at Glen’s profile in the window, realizing that Glen was right, no one did know what his potentials were.  They’d always praised him for his athletic gifts, never forcing him to find other passions as great as basketball.

            Arthur slid into the driver’s seat.  “Son, I think you have all your life to find your place, right now, concentrate on getting well again.”  Glen nodded.  The drove in silence, pulling into the driveway, parking the car directly behind Paula’s.  “Isn’t this a surprise, your mother is home.”

            “Yeah.”  Glen muttered as his father opened the door, and an irate Spencer met them.