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Show Fair Forever : 113 At halftime, the score is six to nothing. We're losing. The players have left the field, sol make my way down to the sidelines, hoping to let Katie know Eve come. My heart is racing and my hands are sweating. But I can't find her in the mob that's gathered around the cheerleaders. Mostly boys. I spy Lindley, holding hands with a boy dressed in shorts. I ask her about Katie. She smirks and points. Buried in the mob, Katie is sitting on a bench, alone. She's hunched over, pencil, in hand, paper and algebra test on her lap. Somehow she sees me coming and smiles, holding up the test. "Finished one, four, and five already," she boasts. "And I'm working on problem six." She's beaming. "You're a great teacher, Brad. The school should let you take Keaston's place." My heart jumps, hearing her excitement, and I sit and check her answers. She slides closer. She's warm. "All correct, so far," I announce. . She slips her arm into mine and gives it a squeeze. "I'm glad you came to the game," she says. I try to tell her I'm glad, too, but my voice catches in my throat and I cough, instead. . - . • She looks down at her paper. "What if I get stuck? I still can't figure out problems two and three." . . "Me, either," I admit. I pull my cell from my pocket. "Guess you could call and we could compare answers." Y . . |