“At least I’d appreciate him.”
“And I don’t?”
“You said it.” Lani took a bite of her fried chicken and lowered her gaze.
* * * *
Concussion protocol made Buddy wait three weeks before he could even travel with the team. He remained home with only Blitz and his mother for company. He paced, he ran, he walked, as restless as a caged lion until he was given the green light to get on the plane.
They flew to Los Angeles. Buddy had been practicing all week, but didn’t know if Coach Bass was going to put him in the game. He’d started slow, but had worked up to his top speed again. His body had welcomed the rest and was now ready to perform.
They were scheduled to play The L.A. Tigers on Sunday and fly out the same evening. Emmy was singing that night. Buddy wanted to go to the concert, but
