Playing the GameChapter 11 The Motorcycle Promise
By the time I dragged myself out of bed the next day, it was almost noon. I had a soccer game to play. After that, I was supposed to go over to work with Davey and Kip again. I called Molly while I was eating a bowl of cereal for breakfast. "Hi," I said when she answered the phone. "How are you feeling?" "I feel great," she said. I could almost hear her smile in her voice. "A little sore, but even that's going away. How are you?" "I'm a little tired, but I'll be okay. I've got...