The next morning I was in front of Matvey residence, waiting for one of Carter's dad to open the door for me. Surprisingly, neither of the men was the one to welcome me inside, but their one and only son.
"Hey, Ry! You've arrived just in time! And you are wearing your uniform just like I said!" Carter beamed at me brightly, pulling me into the house by the sleeve of my shirt.
Looking at Carter better, I realized he too was dressed into his old football garments. I opened my mouth to ask him why, but my question remained unspoken when he bent me over by my collar and slapped his lips on mine. I lost my balance in the process, landing on Carter's lap, with my hands clawing at the backrest of his wheelchair. When we broke away Carter was watching me with a wide grin, his
