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Show "Yes, she's good." "Well, I've never known a coach to turn down a good player. Why don't you ask Miss Fites to reconsider?" "Because I don't think Miss Fites would reconsider. And I don't think Pilar would believe me if I told her Miss Fites did want to see her play again." It would be one thing if Miss Fites were like most girls' coaches, doubling up to teach Home Economics and P.E.. But Miss Fites had been the assistant coach of the women's team at Stanford. She had only quit so she wouldn't have to travel with the team and could devote more time to her doctoral dissertation on coaching women's athletics. She could hardly tell Miss Fites she had made a mistake. But she had to get her stereo back. It wasn't as if she had a pipeline of money coming from home like Isabel and Maureen. She had bought the stereo with her"own money. Three hundred and fifty seven dollars earned in the sweat and dirt of potato harvest, standing on top of an old combine pushing dirt clods down in between the conveyor belt that brought the potatoes up from the ground. All morning long, the only thing she had to look forward to through the dust of field was lunch and hot chocolate. Hot, hot chocolate. And all afternoon and into the dark evening she nearly died to get home, and all during the two weeks, she planned out exactly what she would do with all the money she earned-by a tape player and stereo at K Mart for three hundred and fifty seven dollars. She had to get it back. 103 |
