The Crossover

Suspension

Sit down, Mom says.

Feels like we’re in her office.

Can I make you a sandwich?

But we’re in the kitchen.

You want a tall glass of orange soda?

Mom doesn’t ever let us drink soda.

Eat up, because this may be your last meal.

Here it comes . . .

Boys with no self-control become men behind bars.

. . .

Have you lost your mind, son?

No.

Did your father and I raise you to be churlish?

No.

So, what’s been wrong with you these past few weeks?

. . .

Put that sandwich down and answer me.

I guess I’ve been just—

You’ve been just what? DERANGED?

Uh—

DON’T “UH” ME! Talk like you have some sense.

I didn’t mean to hurt him.

You could have permanently injured your brother.

I know. I’m sorry, Mom.

You’re sorry for what?

. . .

I’m confused, Josh. Make me understand. When did you become a thug?

I don’t know. I just was a little ang—

Are you going to get “angry” every time JB has a girlfriend?

It wasn’t just that.

Then what was it? I’m waiting.

I don’t know.

Okay, well, since you don’t know, here’s what I know—

I just got a little upset.

Not good enough. Your behavior was unacceptable.

I said I’m sorry.

Indeed you did. But you need to tell your brother, not me.

I will.

There are always consequences, Josh.

Here it comes: Dishes for a week, no phone, or, worse, no Sundays at the Rec.

Josh, you and JB are growing up.

I know.

You’re twins, not the same person.

But that doesn’t mean he has to stop loving me.

Your brother will always love you, Josh.

I guess.

Boys with no discipline end up in prison.

Yeah, I heard you the first time.

Don’t you get smart with me and end up in more trouble.

Why are you always trying to scare me?

We’re done. Your dad is waiting for you.

Okay, but what are the consequences?

You’re suspended.

From school?

From the team.

. . .