When time came to leave for the dinner to celebrate the trophy his brother had won, Oliver had his plan ready.
"I don't feel so good," he said, adding a groan and rubbing his belly. "Maybe I better stay home."
His mother pressed a hand to his forehead. "You don't feel hot," she said. "But perhaps I should stay with you."
"Why can't you just call the neighbor's boy?" Dad asked. "What's his name? Zach? Jake?"
"It's Zach," she said, but smiled at the suggestion. "That's a good idea."
Oliver thought so, too. He was glad as he listened to the phone call and the older boy agreed to come over to babysit him again.
"I'll just get my ring back and get out of this..." His words shut off suddenly when Zach strode through the front door. The teenager looked so much bigger than Oliver remembered. He had muscles, broad shoulders, even stubble over his cheeks.
"We'll only be a few hours, Zach," mom said. "Thanks for coming."
The family departed, leaving only Zach and Oliver, who stared at Zach and realized...