The newspaper comes out once a week-it's one of the 4,724 reasons I want to leave Athens.
“No tears." Hamilton's words from last night play on a loop in my head. I need to focus on the positives, while I show my support and excitement for the ball games in his future. I exit my car, parked beside his large red truck in his driveway. Making my way onto the deck, I enter through the screen door, and into his home for the last time. I paint a smile upon my face.
“Good morning, Madison," Memphis greets. “Can I get you something to drink?" She looks tired. I doubt she slept last night. The redness ringing her eyes leads me to believe she's cried already today.
“I'll get it." I pull a cup from the cabinet and pour a glass of unsweetened iced tea. I scan the nearby family room for evidence
