Mr. Atkins and I thanked him and left the tent.
He looked like he wanted to say something, but I cut him off. "How's the game going?"
He glanced down at his phone. "Not so good. Mary said she would meet us at the car."
I blinked in surprise. "So quick? What happened?"
"Mercy ruled. We lost 10-0 in the bottom of the fifth." Mr. Atkins sighed. "She said the boys are packing up the baseball bags in the car now. Let's go." He guided me towards the parking lot.
"What day will we see Dr. Moore this week..?" I asked.
"Wednesday evening. Is something bothering you at the moment? Is it about others seeing your scars? I can call and ask to see if he can move us up a couple of days?" Noah obviously got his rambling from his dad. The similarity was a bit uncanny.
