Chapter 27
LAWSON This morning, I ran until my feet screamed, and my legs were burdened with my weight. “Lawson, what do you think you are doing, boy?” Patch’s voice echoes in the stadium as I continue my path up and down the stairs of the bleachers. “Training.” As long as I am not thinking about Olallie, any physical activity will do. “Not going to do any good now.” “What do you mean? I could still get a scholarship for college. We’ve had a few offers from state universities.” “Boy, you ain’t going to college. What about Olallie?” Patch tries to reason with me, but there isn’t hope for me. “Olallie isn’t my problem.” Push her away, push her out of my system. “No, but you made it your problem when you decided to get her pregnant.” “I didn’t wake up one day and think, hey, I would love to t
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