Before long, the food was ready and George was home.
He was not surprised to see me but somehow, it made him angry that I was in his house, talking to his mother.
He kept asking her why she let me in. After so much pleading from me, he finally decided to speak with me.
He invited me to his room because according to him, it was the most private place in the house.
George's room was weird at first but it all began to make sense after I stayed for a while.
He had been on the soccer team in middle school, hence all the posters about soccer but then he found great passion for basketball in high school, hence, the basketball den he referred to as his room.
There was basketball everywhere, there were jerseys in glass cases and posters about the game. I wondered how all of that made him comfortable or how his mother even allowed it.
She probably never went into his room.
'Why are you here?'
