It’s the last Friday night football game of the season. This could be Marla’s last one, but with three boys coming up the ranks, I might as well pitch a tent and call the bleachers home. Marla and Posey are waiting for me at the field entrance, and I kiss Marla hello and pick up Posey.
“Let’s stop at the concession. I need candy today,” I say.
“Twinsies!” Posey agrees. “Third grade is for the birds.”
Marla laughs, and I swing an arm around her back.
“I heard Cade is starting tonight?” Marla says.
“I heard that too.”
She’s giving me the look. The one she gives when she’s apologizing. I can’t wait until she trusts my reactions enough to never give me that look—I’m pretty sure it spawned from Jeff’s reactions to things. But it will take time and I’m a patient man.
I drop Posey on the g
