Someone to Sit in the Foxhole: A Grandfather’s Speech That Changed Everything

The kind where something might grow.

I set the phone box on the teacher’s desk and sat in a chair at the front like I was about to be interrogated.

Tyler sat near the middle.

Maya sat in the front row, arms crossed, eyes sharp. Like she was daring anyone to lie.

I looked at them and felt my throat tighten.

“Okay,” I said. “Here’s the deal. I’m not here continue reading …