“Then I’ll go for both of us.”
The sign came from that idea.
By the time we reached the stadium, she’d already shown it to three strangers who asked what it said.
One older man stopped after reading it and touched the brim of his cap.
“Your dad raised you right,” he told her.
Maisie beamed.
“He did.”
Our seats weren’t close enough to touch the field, but we had a clear view of warmups.
When Cole Brennan came toward our side, Maisie suddenly forgot how to speak.
She lifted the sign over her head.
Cole jogged past once, then stopped.
He turned back.
Even from
our seats, I could see him reading the words.
Then he pointed directly at Maisie.
She grabbed my sleeve.
“Mom, he saw it.”
