Noah wasn't the only one to ask Mom about this weekend. At lunchtime, Kyle came by our spot to tell us. "Hey, just so you guys know, I'm the one that told Mom that we shouldn't leave for Stanford until Saturday morning. We still have practice on Friday, and you know rush hour traffic will be a nightmare, so we'll miss most of Zeke's game. Might as well save the money on a Friday night room and just stay Saturday night. We'll still see two of the three games so it's not a big deal, right?"
I looked to Noah. "I thought you sent Mom a text."
Noah laughed. "I guess the sisters had the same idea." He waved Kyle away. "Don't worry about what we think. We planned to go to the softball game on Friday night too. They need our support."
Kyle smiled, looking relieved. "Okay. Good. Yea." He looked around. "If you can, try to invite more people. I think they'll really appreciate the support."
