Who Needs Enemies

“In the case of the Phillecky clan, they certainly-”



The rest of my sentence was cut off by a roar from Keale. The umpire had bounced the football. The sermon had begun.



I grinned and settled back to eat my pizza. I didn’t need to hear from my father or half brother. I didn’t need their thanks or their acknowledgement.



With friends like these, I was richer than either of them ever would be.