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The red number 11 T-shirt filled Terry's rearview mirror as she drove them to the game. |
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Under it Matty wore a long-sleeve white turtleneck. She had bought him a jar of scent-free depilatory, but he had refused to use it. If he showed up smooth as a newborn, the other kids would know he'd shaved or, worse, used his mom's Nair. He didn't seem bothered that it was warm. He didn't, in fact, seem bothered by anything. Terry was certain it was the effect of the lithiumhe had none of the brooding spells or angry outbursts during the last day. He also did not complain of headaches. |
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For these small favors, Terry was grateful. However, anticipation of tomorrow's MRI results scratched at her all day. Calvin's reaction didn't help. For the last two days he had been edgy and aloof. So much so, that she wondered if he were withholding some awful news. Twice he had approached her as if to confess something, then pulled back with "it's going to be fine" or "I'll be glad when the results are back." She even called Mitch to see if he had told him something she didn't know, but he reassured her there was nothing. The MRI results would be in tomorrow and no sooner. |
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But Terry resolved that for the next three hours she was going to bottle up all that. It was baseball night. And Matty was playing second and determined to smash a few. It was a tight match because the Devil Dogs were tied with the Cardinals for first place. Unfortunately, the Cards had five twelve-year-olds, while the Dogs had only two, counting Matty. Worse still, they had six rookies under ten. It was their first match and the Cards were strongly favored. |
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