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

“Don’t bother Mother with money today.

It’s a barbecue.”

Rachel folded the napkin twice and put it in her pocket.

“It’s a question, Brandon.”

I noticed the napkin, the mark, the way she kept her thumb on the fold.

Then Brandon called my name.

“Sarah, make yourself useful.

The corn’s on the side table.”