“Ryan,” Coach says with an exasperated
sigh. “We’ll discuss this later. You have company.” His gaze wanders over my shoulder and dread settles in my gut.
Mark waits for me at the bottom of the
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one from town is around to see this reunion.
“Hey,” Mark says. “You played a hell of a game.”
I inhale deeply, attempting to find a center.
Mark left. Dad looked him straight in the eye and asked him to choose. My brother didn’t choose me. I asked him to stay and fight and he didn’t. I asked him to come home and he didn’t. And now he thinks he can show up here and everything will be fine. Guess what? It’s not fine. “What are you doing here?”
Mark plays linebacker for the University of Kentucky. In his freshman year, he gained twenty-five pounds of muscle. He’s a big son-of-a-bitch. “I want to talk, Ry.”
“I think your silence since this summer said everything.” I walk past him and gesture for Beth to come off the bleachers.
“I wanted to contact you, but each time I tried I couldn’t. I kept thinking about Mom and Dad and I needed space.”
Space. Why didn’t he just knee me in the
groin? I throw out my arms. “You got what you wanted, didn’t you?”
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to hear.
“Yeah.” I keep walking. “It does.”
In lethargic steady strides, Beth’s feet plunk against the metal of the bleachers as she wanders down. “What are you doing?”
“We need to go. You need an hour,
remember? And then we’re going out to
dinner.”
“We have time. Go talk to your brother.”
“It’s fine, Beth.” Mark responds for me in a tone that indicates an apology. “I’m glad I got a chance to meet you. Don’t let Groveton smother you to death.”
She gives him one of her rare genuine smiles and I want to hit something—hard. “Good luck with your game next week.”
Mark shoves his hands into his jeans as he leaves. “You know where to find me when you’re ready, Ry.”
Beth watches him until he’s out of sight.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“You wouldn’t understand.” I stalk off to the parking lot and toss my stuff into the Jeep.
Beth slams her passenger door shut and I
answer her anger by slamming my own. “Tell me where I’m supposed to be taking you.”
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“The strip mall a half mile before your
pitching facility.”
My head jerks. That place is a step above ghetto. “I’m not leaving you there.”
“I didn’t ask for your approval. You made a deal with me. It’s your decision if you want to keep it.” Her frozen blue eyes pierce into me.
I yank hard on the bill of my hat and peel out onto the main road. She’s angry. I’m angry.
We stay silent as I drive the thirty minutes to the other side of town. There’s enough electricity in the air to propel the car without gas. One word from either of us could cause an explosion.
Beth obviously likes playing with fire. “Is your brother one of those guys that can be awesome to strangers, then turn into a complete dick in private? Did he piss in your Cheerios every morning before you went to school?”
“No,” I grit out. “He was a great brother.”
“Then what is wrong with you? He said you guys haven’t talked in three months and that he was here to see you. What’s so damned important that you couldn’t take three seconds out of your day to say hi?”
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I turn on the radio. She turns it off. I
pound my hand against the wheel. “I thought you were in a hurry for your one hour of freedom in Louisville.”
“Waiting fifteen minutes so you can talk to your brother isn’t going to ruin my one hour.
Let’s try this again. What’s going on?”
“He’s gay.”
Beth blinks. “You already told me that.
Catch me up on the you being an asshole part.”
I am not an asshole. The whole reason for this day was for her to see that I’m not an asshole. “He left, okay? He left and he’s made it clear he’s not coming back.”
She angles her body toward me. “Tell me
that’s a self-imposed decision Mark made.”
Beth doesn’t tell me squat about her family, yet she expects perfection from mine. “My dad threw him out and Mark didn’t even try to see what would happen if he attempted to stay. Are you happy now?”
“No. So your dad’s a homophobic bastard.
What’s your excuse?”
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him anymore. He’s my dad, Beth. What
would you have done?”