Jenni had brought along plenty of blankets for herself and the boys. She hadn’t been to a football game since college. Ken hadn’t been a sports nut, but the boys seemed to be enjoying themselves, especially since their current idol, Sam, would be playing. So far she had had to warn the boys only three times not to be running up and down the bleachers. They already had consumed hot dogs, chips, and sodas, and the game was just about to start. She figured by halftime she would have to remortgage the house for another trip to the snack stand. Her business had better be a huge success if she wanted to continue to feed the boys during their teenage years. Cheerleaders, dressed in tight white, fuzzy sweaters, short blue skirts, and flesh-colored tights, were high-kicking, screaming their lungs out, and shaking their pom-poms. They also had to be freezing their butts off. The temperature hadn’t been above forty degrees all day. Since the sun had set, the thermometer had been falling. Felicity, who had come with her, was sitting with a bunch of girls on the far side of the bleachers.
