IT WAS THE RULE AFTERALL



And that's just the way he looked. When he got busted. At such an inopportune time. Here's how it happened.

"Sullivan."

That's all the coach said. I knew the rest. Go into the game for Huxley. Draw a charge if possible. Flop. If not, then you've stopped the clock and hope they miss the free throws.

"Get in there for Hux. Chest him up. Fall back. Pull him on top of you if you can. Hook your finger under the jersey."

Done.

And as he turned, he spotted her. It was hard to miss that white blond hair. From Marco Island. Where his brother lived. Right next door. To the west. Last year at about this time. But what's she doing in Curry, PA? Right now? With Barb here? With Barb here!

Done.

He headed to the scorer's table. Feeling as small as this font.

Done was all he answered.