Parker stood and walked toward Maisie himself.
“I’m sorry,” he said, holding out the football. “I should’ve given it back immediately.”
Maisie took it carefully.
“You didn’t take it.”
Parker glanced toward his mother.
“I still should’ve said something sooner.”
Before
Maisie could answer, the stadium erupted again.
Cole Brennan was still speaking.
“And young man?”
Parker froze and looked toward the field.
Cole pointed at him.
“You did the right thing giving it back.”
Parker’s face went red too, but for a very different reason.
Then Cole looked toward our section once more.
“Now I’d like the little girl and her mom to come down here for a minute, if they’re willing.”
Maisie turned to me so quickly I thought she’d hurt her neck.
