I asked Dad as soon as we sat down to dinner that night. Dad and Mom looked at each other. “I meant to, Devin, but we’ve all been so busy,” Dad said. “I guess it came up at practice?” I nodded. “Jessi’s mom talked to her too, and Coach brought it up in front of everybody. And Jamie called me a tattletale.” “Well, I’m sorry about that,” Dad said. “But I’m curious. I talked to Coach Darby because I was concerned that you girls were playing too roughly and she wasn’t stopping it. So how did she handle that today?” I pushed my fork around on my plate, arranging the chicken-fried brown rice into a little mountain. “Well, she had us do some drills to prevent injury. And when Jamie pushed me during the scrimmage, Coach called her out.” Mom’s eyes widened. “She pushed you?” “She’s the worst,”
