A farmer two rows up raised his hand and held out a twenty-dollar bill.

Rory leaned forward, his elbows on his knees just behind my shoulder.

“You ought to ask Jodi down here,” he called, his voice booming over the quiet bleachers.

“She’s the one who acts like a couple hundred bucks will wreck a person’s whole year.”

A few parents laughed, figuring it was just friendly teasing between exes who’d stayed on good terms.

The chairman cleared his throat and ran his pencil down his list.