“Did he? We rode all the way up and he never said a word, and we both watched the game every minute and he was silent again, driving back.”
“He told me you hollered your head off and nearly knocked a man down—pushing on him—when they held the Bearcats in the second quarter. Said you were just like the old Jimmie.”
“Said that, eh? Funny! I had the idea, all the time, he’d rather have gone without me.”
“Hell, no! He was practically misty—talking about how you yelled.”
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Jimmie said.
“People are funny,” Biff suggested.
“Mighty funny. Well, son, I gotta go. Date.”
“Come back again—in a month or so.”
Jimmie smiled apologetically at the sarcasm. “I will. Tomorrow, maybe.”
“What’s happened to Sarah these days?”