The girls climbed up into the grandstand while Melanie hung back to wait for the beer vendor.
As the vendor sold to a couple face painted supporters, Melanie glanced up at her daughters, knowing exactly what they would do.
Jilly would plop down across the aisle from the rowdies, singing the songs and watching the game intently.
It was low level, small-to…
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