CHAPTER 13Cat’s Out of the Bag
The air was unusually warm for a November evening, at least by Scottish standards. Clouds, heavy and dark, hung in the evening sky like great ships in a black sea.
“We’ll definitely be getting some rain,” Mr. Darrow said as the family walked through the parking lot toward the Fort William Sports Arena.
“I wonder if Garrick’s any good at rugby,” Monte said as hordes of people flocked into the arena. “This kinda looks like a big deal.”
“He’ll do fine, I’m sure,” Mrs. Darrow said. “Remember all of the football madness back in the States? He excelled above and beyond all expectations—most especially when he was under high pressure.” Her face beamed with the memories.
“Rugby’s loads of fun,” Finn said. “Much better than Yankee football.”
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