Grease drove out of Centreville, heading north. Suddenly Julie burst out, “We were pathetic.” “We were just unlucky,” Shay protested. “Like heck, we were unlucky,” said Steve. He looked across Linh-Mai at Edison. “You should have scored at least once.” Edison had been gazing out the window at a bleak landscape of clearcut forest. He started. “Me?” “Of course, you.” Linh-Mai, tense and wide-eyed, looked from Steve to Edison. “That’s not fair,” said Shay. “Edison played a good game. He got round Lily lots of times …” “Only because I wore her down in the first half.” “… And he did that great long shot that hit the bar.” “And he missed an open goal.” Steve glared at Edison. “All you had to do was kick the ball over the keeper.”
