“So, Mike tells me you're my go-to," he said, "and I've gotta say, I'm surprised." His blue eyes gleamed, his thinning strawberry blond hair was cut short, and freckles covered his pale face. In his hands he held a mini Jets football. "I didn't think Sister Jamie could hang with the big boys".

"I can hang with anyone," I smiled, even though I wanted to punch him in the face.”