Fifteen
“What do you make of all this talk that our boys won’t win because they’re too young?”
“That’s what everyone said when we won state my freshman year,” Luke replied. “It didn’t stop us then, and it won’t stop the team this year. They’re a talented group, and they work well together.”
“Glad to hear it. Good luck tonight, Coach.”
He shook the man’s offered hand and thanked him before turning away toward the checkout with an amused shake of his head. How many times had he answered that question or any of the dozens like it in the seven days since the final whistles had blown on the semifinal game? Luke had become so accustomed to being greeted with polite reserve or ignored by the majority of Devynites that he didn’t know how to react when those very same people once again stopped
