“I don’t know. I think so. But they sent me to my room so they could talk about it. What happened after your old man threw me out?”
Ted gave Erik the short version, ending with, “So, I’m out on the street, I guess. I’m at the playground on Wellington.”
“You mean he threw you out for good?” Erik asked, sounding incredulous. “Like, where are you going to sleep, man?”
“Uh, yeah, and that’s kinda why I called. I was hoping I might stay with you until I can figure out what to do.”
There was silence at the other end of the line until Ted finally asked, “You still there?”
“Yeah.”
“Well,” Ted pressed. “You think you could ask your parents if it would be okay?”
“Geez, man,” Erik began.
Ted’s heart sank. He knew what was coming.
“I hate to have you out on the streets but…I don’t think they’d go for it. They were pretty upset after your father called.”