“Hey, what are you doing here?” “Just passing by,” I told her. “Want to take a walk?” She studied my face for a second and jumped to the wrong conclusion. “Are you okay? Did something happen with your dad?” “Still just the silent treatment.” “You look … worried,” she said. “Just a little upset. All the attention our team is getting about our game on Tuesday is making me … anxious.” Her pretty hazel eyes glittered excitedly. “Yeah, it’s crazy, isn’t it? I think a couple hundred people may show up, and tons of reporters.” “You sound pretty happy about that.” “I love it that the truth about this stupid town’s priorities is finally getting outed,” she admitted, “and I think it’s cool that so many people have been so appalled. And I really love it that Muhldinger and his minions can’t put a lid on this story. No one can control social media.” “You seem to be controlling it pretty well,” I told her. “I bet you’ll get a great college essay out of it.”
