“Yes, he’s my son Jacob,” she gushed, her eyes suddenly illuminating. “He’ll be sixteen this fall.”
“Number twelve. Does he play quarterback?”
“Yes, he was second string this year, but should start next season. Did you play football, Mr. Helmsman?”
“Yes, I played quarterback at RJ Reynolds, and please call me ‘Terry.’”
“RJ Reynolds?” she exclaimed, her eyes widening, “You’re ‘Ringo’ Helmsman.”
“No one’s called me that for a long time.” He laughed.
“My younger brother played tackle with you. Preston Wilson. I’m Rachel.”
“You’re kidding; Tiny Wilson was your brother? He was a fantastic blocker. I don’t think I ever got hit by anyone he was blocking.”
“He’s always telling Jacob about you. He said you threw the tightest spiral he’s ever seen. Jacob keeps an old high school picture of y
