I about wet my pants when I heard
“Literally spat upon,” Billy said. “No more. None of it. Never. Not ever again for the rest of your natural days.”
“I need the dress. Give me the dress. I have to put my head under the dress.”
Bobby Iselin and Bobby Hopper came in. Iselin was still limping from the Centrex game.
“Did you hear?” Hopper said. “Mrs. Tom was in a plane crash. She was in a light plane going to some conference. It overshot the runway. She’s on the critical list.”
“Let’s have the details,” Jeff said.
“Those are the details. I about wet my pants when I heard.”
“Let me get it straight. Critical list. Overshot the runway. Light plane.”
“Going to some conference.”
“Look at that dress,” Bobby Iselin said. “Whose dress is that? I bet that’s Alia Joy Burney’s dress.”
“He won’t let me put my head under it,” Deering said.
“That’s about the only exercise we can expect to get,” Chester said. “I’ve been walking the halls all afternoon. One thought in mind. Spring practice. We hit and get hit. We sweat off the excess poundage. We really sweat. Sweeeeet. We hit. We hurl our bodies. We get hit.”
“Not Deering,” Jeff said.
“Not me. I’ve had it forever. I graduate. I’m gone for good. The ultimate nothing. My only hope is Billy gives me some leeway with that damn dress.”
George Dole walked in.
“They got Coach behind closed doors,” he said. “They’re keeping him isolated for some reason.”
“Did you hear about the plane crash?” Jeff said. “She’s on the critical list. It overshot the runway. She was in a light plane going to some conference. Bobby knows the details.”
“Who’s on the critical list?”
“Mrs. Tom,” Hopper said. “It overshot the runway.
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