I did. My father played golf with him all the time. He"d also been the county judge for thirty years. Everyone was afraid of him. I suddenly felt bad for the poor girl. “I"ve not had the pleasure to directly meet Judge Grey before, but his reputation precedes him.”
Carla snatched her pompoms. “I should go. Gotta pump the crowd soon, right? See you around, Kellan.” When Striker went to kiss her goodbye, she turned her cheek. “Don"t ruin the makeup!”
Carla exited, and Striker"s mood worsened. I said, “Everything okay? You seem disconnected. I"d think you"d be thrilled to meet the scout.”
“It"s cool. Chick problems. Stepdad on my case. I just hope I do well.” Striker returned to his warm-up when the coach called him over.
I went back to find Nana D, who was on her second hotdog at that po
