She nodded.
“The story will still be published.”
“The man will still face whatever comes from it.”
“But Caleb is smiling.”
She looked at me.
“Sometimes you need to remember both things can exist at once.”
The second half began.
Caleb predicted another run.
He was right.
He predicted a receiver’s route.
Right again.
His team eventually won by seven points.
When the final whistle blew, Caleb threw both arms into the air.
“Yes!”
Then he leaned his head against my shoulder.
We stayed that way for a moment.
Behind us, Dorothy began gathering her things.
She tucked Harold’s lunchbox into her bag.
Before leaving, she stopped beside Caleb.
“You have a good eye.”
“I watch a lot of football.”
“It shows.”
Then she added,
“Keep watching. Keep learning.”
He nodded.
“And when you see a moment where someone needs you to do something…”
She smiled.
“Don’t go to the hallway.”
