She offered no apology. No explanation. Angry just thinking about it, I slapped my hat to my hand before jamming it on my head and turning up the collar of my coat to ward off the bitter January wind for the short jaunt to where I’d parked my automobile. If Lula hadn’t wanted to go out with me, why had she said yes in the first place? Women. They all played games. Just different ones. Miss Delancey’s was a game of chase. Was Lula’s hide-and-seek? Whatever it was, I had no desire to take part. I walked faster, shoving my hands into my pockets, growling under my breath. I felt a bit guilty for taking out my frustration on the boys during practice, but in the end it wouldn’t hurt them any. We’d been playing well, winning. But half a season remained that would decide the fate of the Dunn High School basketball program, for we would never move forward without the proper facilities. I only hoped that the school board kept their word.
