I don't think anyone heard me, because they were all laughing at Laura--the big clown in our group--
Nike High Heels mimicking one after the other the expressions that appeared on Tommy's face as he ran, waved, called, tackled. The other boys were all moving around the field in that deliberately languorous way they have when they're
Nike High Heels warming up, but Tommy, in his excitement, seemed already to be going full pelt. I said, louder this time: "He's going to be so sick if he ruins that...