Plate 12

The Coach eating a sandwich by the library statue.

I’m not sure about some of this. Seeing it here helps me step back, assess and adjust.

The library wasn’t quite open when I got there, so I ate the breakfast the café had packed. When I looked up. Warren was walking towards me. I felt a wave of relief; he was laughing and talking with his sister. She was laughing, too.

“Good morning, coach.” They both said at the same time.

“Good morning. Great to see you both. Ready to dig into some books?” Don’t even mention baseball. Or yesterday. Or crying.

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