“You’re late. It’s one nothing and Trevor assisted on the Broncos goal.”
Delemere glanced at the field, picked his son out of the blue-shirted crowd of soccer players racing across the field and sat down next to Paltman.
Paltman studied his friend.
“No hat.”
“Nope,” Delemere said. “Ditched the hat.”
“Hair’s combed,” Paltman observed.
Delemere scanned the fiel…
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