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OâMally, whose old jersey number, four, would be retired from the summer league forever.
My parents were on the field. Dad accepted a frame with his brotherâs jersey, or a replica of it anyway. He shook hands with the coach. Walking back to the stands, Mom stayed a step or two behind.
Nat didnât see any of this because she squeezed her eyes shut tight. Itâs what I wanted to do, and she knew so without me saying it. I did coffin yoga sitting up that day. It was the only time I made it to three minutes without breathing. I passed out against Nat just as my parents were walking off the field.
âTake me to this divine popcorn you keep speaking of,â Mateo says, offering his hand. He pulls me up and bumping his hip against mine, we walk toward the concession stand.
âBut Iâm paying,â he adds.
Damn that dimple.
Daily Verse:
I think now itâs time to get serious about my work.
20
T here has to be an explanation,â Nat says. Sheâs sitting on my unmade bed with a bag full of chocolate chips in her lap. Between bites, she continues pursuing all possibilities for why Mateo didnât try to kiss me (again) yesterday. I continue proving her logic is flawed.
âHeâs nervous because youâre wild-child hot.â
âNot possible: (a) Iâm not, and (b) have you looked at him? Clearly he hasnât had a shortage of pretty girls batting their eyes in his direction.â
âWhatever. Maybe heâs suffering from severe halitosis.â
âNope. Breath smells like cinnamon. He leaned over to tell me what position he used to play in soccer, and I got a good whiff.â
âOkay, he mentioned he knew the goalie on the other team from church. And then when you asked where he went, he said St. Maryâs. So heâs clearly Catholic. Maybe heâs like, saving himself until marriage.â
âSaving himself to the point of no kissing?â
âIt happens.â
âDoubtful.â
âGirlfriend?â
âI donât think so.â I get the feeling Mateo is about as honest as they get. He wouldnât omit information like that, not when he keeps saying things like âThanks for the date.â Of course, I believed in Joeâs unwavering honesty. And that made me blind to his truths.
âMaybe heâs getting over a cold andââ Nat stops dead. âSorry,â she says, tripping over every letter. âI didnât meanââ
âItâs fine. And maybe. Doesnât matter. Should we get started?â
The real reason Nat is here has little to do with dissecting my non-existent love life. Weâre going to sneak into Joeâs room while Mom is running errands and Beaâs in summer school. (Beaâs teachers let her hide a lot last yearâunder her desk, in the supply closet, coat room, etc.âbut her vanishing acts left some serious holes in her necessary-for-third-grade skill sets.)
âRight. Yeah, okay. But I had this epiphany last night and Iâll totally forget if I donât say it.â
I roll out my hand for Nat to take the stage. She pops up and starts pacing the room, ignoring the cascade of tiny chocolate chips falling from her lap to the floor.
âSo.â She rubs her hands together. âRemember how we used to talk about the future? How we railed against the traditional zombie student apocalypse of stacking résumé s to get into the good colleges to get the good jobs to make money and have babies and repeat the whole cycle as parents? We knew our passions. We knew ourselves. I think it might help now. To try and have a real conversation aga in.â
Partly because she sounds like sheâs performing an impassioned monologue, I donât interrupt. I do, however, click on the small TV slumped against the bottom of my bookshelf. Itâs a Gramps special, with an old-school antenna and rounded screen. He rescued it from a dumpster
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