The Boy Who Gave Up the Race to Save His Rival

your daddy’s car. I know you want something good. I want it for you too. But wanting doesn’t make life easier.”

Marcus nodded.

He had expected that.

His father said even less.

Raymond sat at the kitchen table, still wearing his work shirt, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Finally he looked at Marcus and said, “Don’t let anybody sell you a dream and walk continue reading …