“Okay,” Faith grumbled as she found me on the park bench. “I’m here.”
I’d called her after a couple miles. I was going to demolish this girl, but I wanted to meet with her first.
She sat down on the bench beside me, yawning, and rubbed under her eyes. “Why did you demand I meet you here? It’s Saturday. You know we have a race today, don’t you?”
“You and I don’t.”
“Yes, we do.” Her yawn stopped abruptly. Her mouth flattened, and her forehead wrinkled. “We can’t miss any qualifying race.”
“We’re going to miss one.” I stood and jumped up and down. I was antsy. “You and I are going to have our own race. Right here. Right now. And this is the last one.”
“What are you talking about?” She stood too, more cautious.
“You want me to help you? You want to make me motivate you?”
“Yeah, but you
