D. Frederick’s show, J. D. having announced he was going to conduct a weeklong poll on which quarterback the listeners wanted to be the starter. The town choosing up sides, even in a place where there was usually only one side: behind the Granger Cowboys. On the way to school Friday morning, in Bear’s truck, windows down, the air clean for a change, not like some kind of furnace, Bear had J. D.’s show on as people were calling to cast their votes. “You think I could call in, if I gave a fake name?” Bear said. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” “Enjoying it?” Bear said. “Dude, I love it!” “They’re not talking about you like you’re a horse at an auction.” “J. D., that old boy, hasn’t given out the vote count all week,” Bear said. “Said he’s going to announce the winner at the end of today’s show, right before ten o’clock, but we’ll be in class.”
