t’s you!” said Wally when I got to the locker room. Several of the players were getting suited up for the game. “Yeah. Sorry I’m late,” I said. I put my lunch in the team fridge. “Mom wanted to make me lunch, I had to take the dog for a walk, and the line outside was really long.” “I’m just glad you’re here,” said Wally. “I wasn’t sure either of you boys would make it after that marathon last night.” “You mean Dylan isn’t here yet?” Dylan had never been late before. “His mother called and said he wasn’t feeling well. Maybe he’s just tired. I know I am.” Maybe he got bit by that spider, I thought. Maybe he wasn’t “sick.” Maybe I’d be working with Spider-Boy . . . That could be cool! Still, I hoped Dylan didn’t feel too bad. “I’ll hold down the fort here,” said Wally. “You go help the Finches. I know you’d rather help the Pines, but we’re in a jam.” “No problem.” “And here, take this. I was only able to get one,” said Wally.
