Mason to bed.”
“What did he tell you?”
“That Travis drove thirty miles to Independence every Tuesday three years ago just to watch my eighth grade matches from the top bleacher row.”
“He did,” I said. “He sat by himself near the exit so he would not get in your way.”
Kaylee pulled the maroon hood up over her ponytail to cover her ears against the morning wind.
“Howard called my cell phone ten minutes ago,” Kaylee said.
“What did the athletic director want?”
“He said the district record book is updated,” Kaylee said. “He listed Grandpa Duane and Travis both under my family sponsor line.”
“I am glad Howard fixed that,” I said.
Kaylee looked back down at the calf pen where Mason was laughing as the calf licked the salt off his mitten.
“I put the rose on the living room mantle,” she said. “Right next to Grandpa’s
