V
Saying Goodbye
Feet propped up on the coffee table, Heather slouched on her sofa as she poured through Clemson’s playbook. She had read it dozens of times over the past several weeks and continued to study the manual in preparation for the upcoming season.
She felt better about her responsibilities at Clemson. Her initial feelings of inadequacy had subsided as she settled into the routine of the basketball program. Scouting would continue, but now her focus had shifted to learning plays and drills. Years of playing at the college level assisted her memorization of the playbook. She stumbled when a move from her days at Georgia Tech crossed her mind, but Heather struck it from her thoughts. She did not want to become confused during practice or a game.
Her attention on the book in her
