I’d decided we should have a team meeting before we played St. Croix. We were two points behind them and this was the final game for both teams. On my way out, I peeked into the living room. Grandad was in the armchair, his eyes closed. I turned to tiptoe out. “Are you off to play soccer again?” he said suddenly. “I thought you were asleep. I won’t be long. Will you be okay?” “Of course I’ll be okay. Julie’s mom will be over later. Are you playing at the Back Field again?” “Er … yes.” “Is it a school game?” “Just a kick around with Julie, Toby and the others.” “When’s the next school game?” “I’m … not sure,” I stammered. “Be sure to let me know. It seems like a long time since you’ve played a school game at home and I’ve been able to watch you.
