Ali had these big green eyes and this cute, wide-open face I found fairly irresistible. I wanted to pick her up and smother her with kisses, but some might deem this the wrong venue.
'Nothing,' I said.
'How did the first half go?'
'We're down by two, I think.'
'Did Jack score?'
'I don't think so, no.'
Ali studied my face for a moment and saw something she didn't like. I turned away and headed back up the stands. I sat. Ali sat next to me. Two minutes into the game, Ali said, 'So what's the matter?'
'Nothing.'
I shifted in the uncomfortable bleacher.
'Liar,' Ali said.
'Just getting into the game.'
'Liar.'
I glanced over at her, at the lovely, open face, at the freckles that shouldn't be there at this age but made her damn adorable, and saw something too. 'You look a little distracted yourself.'
Not just today, I thought, but for the past few weeks things had not been great between us. Ali had been distant and troubled and wouldn't talk about it. I had been pretty busy with work myself so I hadn't pushed it.
Ali kept her eyes on the court. 'Did Jack play well?'
'Fine,' I said. Then I added, 'What time is your flight tomorrow?'
'Three.'
'I'll drive you to the airport.'
Ali's daughter, Erin, was matriculating at Arizona State. Ali, Erin, and Jack were flying out for the week to get the freshman settled.
'That's okay. I already hired a car.'
'I'd be happy to drive.'
'It'll be fine.'
Her voice cut off any further discussions on that issue. I tried to settle back and watch the game. My pulse still raced. A few minutes later, Ali asked, 'Why do you keep staring at the other coach?'
'Which coach?'
'The one with the bad cable-show dye job and Robin Hood facial hair.'
'Looking for grooming tips,' I said.
She almost smiled.
'Did Jack play a lot in the first half?'
'Usual amount,' I said.
The game ended, Kasselton winning by three. The crowd erupted. Jack's coach, a good guy by all counts, had chosen not to play him at all in the second half. Ali was a tad perturbed by this-the coach was usually good about giving kids equal time-but she decided to let it go.
The teams disappeared into corners for the postgame spiel. Ali and I waited outside the gym door, in the school corridor. It didn't take long. Coach Bobby started toward me, the same swagger, though now his hands had tightened into fists. He had three other guys with him, including Assistant Coach Pat, all big and overweight and not nearly as tough as they thought they were. Coach Bobby stopped about a yard short of yours truly. His three compadres spread out and folded their arms and stared at me.
For a moment no one spoke. They just gave me the hard eyes.
'Is this the part where I pee in my pants?' I asked.
Coach Bobby started with the finger again. 'Do you know the Landmark Bar in Livingston?'
'Sure,' I said.
'Tonight at ten. Back parking lot.'
'That's past my curfew,' I said. 'And I'm not that kind of date. Dinner first. Maybe bring flowers.'
'If you don't show'-he moved in closer with the finger-'I will find some other way to get satisfaction. You get me?'
I didn't but before I could ask for clarification he stomped off. His buddies followed suit. They looked back at me. I gave them all a five-finger toodle-loo wave. When one of them let his stare linger past the comfort zone, I blew him a kiss. He turned away as if he'd been slapped.
Blowing a kiss-my favorite rile-up-the-homophobe move.
I turned to Ali, saw her face, thought Uh-oh…
'What the hell was that?'
'Something happened during the game before you got here,' I said.
'What?'
I told her.
'So you confronted the coach?'
'Yes.'
'Why?' she asked.
'What do you mean, why?'
'You made it worse. He's a blowhard. The kids get that.'
'Jack was practically in tears.'
'Then I'll handle it. I don't need your macho posturing.'
'It wasn't macho posturing. I wanted him to stop picking on Jack.'
'No wonder Jack didn't get to play in the second half. His coach probably saw your idiotic display and was smart enough not to fan the flames. Do you feel better now?'
'Not yet, no,' I said, 'but after I smash his face in at the Landmark, yeah, I think I will.'
'Don't even think about it.'
'You heard what he said.'
Ali shook her head. 'I can't believe this. What the hell is wrong with you?'
'I was sticking up for Jack.'
'That's not your place. You have no right here. You're…'
She stopped.
'Say it, Ali.'
She closed her eyes.
'You're right. I'm not his father.'
'That's not what I was going to say.'
It was, but I let it go. 'Maybe it's not my place, if it was about that-except that wasn't it. I would have gone after that guy even if he said it about another kid.'
'Why?'
'Because it's wrong.'
'And who are you to make that call?'
'What call? There's wrong. There's right. He was wrong.'
'He's an arrogant ass. Some people are. That's life. Jack understands that, or he will with experience. That's part of growing up-dealing with asses. Don't you see that?'
I said nothing.
'And if my son was so gravely wounded,' Ali said between clenched teeth, 'who do you think you are to not tell me? I even asked why you two were talking at halftime, remember?'
'I do.'
'You said it was nothing. What were you thinking-humble the little lady?'
'No, of course not.'
Ali shook her head and stopped talking.
'What?' I asked.
'I let you get too close to him,' she said.
I felt my heart nose-dive.
