1 TWO MONTHS AGO
It was never easy with Talia. The second you said something she didn’t like, she had five different ways of letting you know. Since I knew she wasn’t going to like what I had to say about Thanksgiving, I waited until the last moment—lunch was over and we were leaving the cafeteria.
“You know the Fall Classic Tournament over Thanksgiving?” I said as we walked out into the hall. “I got invited.”
The corners of Talia’s mouth drooped. “You said...