Brandon Poured Cold Beer Over Sarah Before He Learned About Her Athletic Past

“It’s been true three times.”

I took the watering can down the tomato row.

The fruit had come in heavy and split at the shoulders where the July rain had swelled them.

“Sixty-two days,” he said.

“Until school?”

“Until the first day.

I count it down the way other men count down to a vacation.”

“That’s a sad way to spend August.”