“I know, right,” I was talking to one of my sorority sisters, but kept my eye on Garnet. She had on large sunglasses, and I watched her chug several beers. I didn’t know what was wrong with her, but she looked beyond sad, almost depressed. After talking to a few more people, I walked over to Garnet, and asked if she was ready to head into the stadium. She didn’t answer me, but she finished her beer, and started toward the gates. Once we found our seats, we sat down, and watched the stadium fill up with fans, before Garnett started to talk. “You think it’s going to be hot all day?” “Um, I don’t know. Why?” “Making conversation.” “Do you want to talk about why you seem depressed?” She looked out at the field. The crowd began to clap, and the players warmed up. I quickly found Dart’s jersey, and my heart skipped a beat.
