Calista grinned mischievously. “Now you have proved to me that you are absolutely incorrigible!”
Oliver gunned the engine through the tunnel. He reached the exit ramp for Providence Park, the stadium in the center of the city. It was an old park, dating from the Roaring Twenties that city leaders recreated into its former glory with high aspirations fueled by urban renewal grants, community donations, favorable commercial lending, and tax assessments upon the residents. Obscure shadows from tall buildings that surrounded the stadium sent a mysterious parade of roaming figures onto the grass.
“We’re here!” shouted Celia. “What time is it?”
“Time for you to take your water, your cleats, and your shin pads, and go prepare with your teammates,” said Calista.
Oliver brought the Land Ro
