Chapter 16I still hadn’t moved from the entrance to the practice pool at Cloverton, and my cheeks hurt from smiling. I laughed out loud as Coach Keller battled his way to where I stood.
“Any idea who they’re from?” he asked. “Or how he got them delivered before daybreak?”
A bouquet of blue, red, yellow, green, purple, pink, and orange Mylar balloons were secured by thin golden ribbons to the arm of a wooden chair right outside his office door. Each one in the dozen—no, only eleven for some reason—had Hello printed across it in a different color and font.
“No note?” I played clueless when finally I gathered my breath and emotions to speak.
Coach frowned. “Five minutes.” Then he turned and fought his way back the other way, which made me laugh some more.
“Wait.” I followed him. “I’ve be
