“Lots of places,” I said.

“Like?”

“Africa mostly. South America, Asia, Europe. We traveled a lot.”

They listened wide-eyed. Most of them had only lived and known life in Kasselton. The second “newest” player had moved to town eight years ago. These guys had all grown up together. They knew everything about one another, could almost predict what the other would say, knew exactly how to make one another laugh, what buttons to push, when to back off.

For these guys, I had turned from weird to exotic.

I don’t know how much pizza we ate, but it was a lot. Brandon especially could put it away. Adults came in and said hello and asked about the team’s chances. Everyone seemed to know everyone. Brandon always stood and shook the adult’s hand. Sometimes he would introduce them to us with too much polish. “Mr. Mignone, allow me to introduce you to” and then he’d name us from right to left. Most of the guys nodded back. I hadn’t been raised that way, so I too stood and shook each hand. Inevitably they would say the same thing:

“‘Bolitar’? Are you related to Myron?”

“I’m his nephew.”

They would put together then that I was Brad’s son and grow quiet.

Like I said, everyone knew everyone. I guessed, at some point, that meant they knew my dad too.

I was having fun, especially when the attention turned away from me and they let me just observe and listen. I laughed a lot. I tried to remember the last time I laughed this much, and I don’t think I ever had. I wanted the world to go away. I wanted to forget about the Abeona Shelter or missing kids or my dad or . . .

Or Spoon in that hospital bed.

I closed my eyes. Yeah, I wanted to forget. Just for one night. But I didn’t get that. I got a few hours, and maybe, for now, that was enough.

My phone buzzed when the text came in. It was from Ema: we’re all here. where are you????

CHAPTER 19

When I arrived at the hospital, Ema and Rachel met me by the elevator. Ema looked at me warily.

“What time did practice end?” she asked.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Rachel could see the tension, but she wisely let it go. “Come on. We can all go in.”

“I thought it was only one of us at a time.”

“New nurse, new rule,” Rachel said. “Today’s said it was okay.”

Rachel led the way. I fell in behind her with Ema, who kept her eyes focused straight ahead.

“What?” I asked her.

“It’s late.”

“So?”

“So where were you?”

“Basketball.”

“That ended hours ago,” Ema said.

“You’re kidding, right?”

Ema kept walking.

“I have to report in to you wherever I’m going?”

“Only when you say you’re going to meet me.”