“Two Olympians in the family…” My mother radiated pride through her smile and crinkled eyes, as she had us side by side, a rare occurrence these days.
“I’m not there yet,” I reminded her.
“Good going, Devon!” He got a hug from his new girlfriend, Amy—take that, Loralie O’Dell—who had also won her race.
“Yay, Devon.”
We were swarmed then by a slew of teammates and strangers.
“Way to go!”
“Congratulations.”