The furrow deepens. The smile slips away. Rob resists the urge to throw a quick wave Mike’s way.
Sorry,he thinks. He should’ve said something, he knows that now. Even if he calls the number tonight, will Mike bother to answer? Rob thinks not.
He turns away from the visitor’s dugout and removes his hat as the announcer introduces the young girl who will sing this evening’s National Anthem. Hat over his heart, eyes on the flag flying above the scoreboard, he feels Mike’s glare across the field. This is going to be a longnight.
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