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off-key and at full volume, when Cody and the Evans brothers headed for the wrestling room only a few steps from the locker room doors.
    The wrestling room’s double wooden doors creaked softly when Cody and Brett pushed them open. The lights were off. The only illumination came from the moonlight that filtered through a row of windows along one side of the low-ceilinged rectangular room.
    Brendan Clark was in a far corner, on his knees, moonlight gathered around him. The scene reminded Cody of a movie, but he couldn’t recall which one. He could see Clark’s lips moving, but he heard no sound.
    Bart started to say something, but Cody poked an elbow in his side and held a forefinger to his lips. Bart shrugged, confused, but after a few seconds, nodded in apparent understanding.
    After a minute or so passed, Clark popped to his feet. He walked toward the trio, narrowing his eyes. “Cody Martin and the Evans twins, right?” he asked.
    The three looked at each other stunned. Cody knew he and the twins were thinking the same thing: “ Brendan Clark knows our names? ”
    â€œUh, right,” Brett stammered. “Um—that was a fierce game, Brendan. You had twenty solo tackles: did you know that?”
    Clark smiled faintly. “I guess I do now.”
    â€œThat’s not official or anything,” Cody pointed out. “But we kept pretty good track.”
    Clark yawned. “Well, the official total will probably be less. Our stat guy usually gives at least a couple of my tackles to ATV. I think ATV threatens him.”
    Bart chuckled, too loudly.
    â€œIt doesn’t matter though,” Clark said.
    â€œYeah,” Brett interjected. “What really matters is that you won. You spanked ’em!”
    â€œWinning is an objective,” Clark said. “I mean, they do keep score.” He paused for a moment. “The party still going on in the locker room?”
    â€œOh, yeah,” Cody said. “It’s still rockin’!”
    Clark stretched his hands above his head. “Well, I guess I better go join the fun.” The way he said it, Cody thought, he might as well have said, “Well, I guess I better go get my wisdom teeth pulled.”
    Clark cleared his throat. “I had to take care of first things first though.”
    Brett and Bart looked at each other. “First things first?” the former asked.
    â€œYeah, you know, priorities. Right, Cody?”
    Cody was marveling that Brendan Clark had now uttered his name twice when Brett elbowed him in the kidney. “Martin!” he whispered loudly. “The man’s talkin’ to you!”
    â€œYeah, sure,” Cody said quickly. “Priorities.”
    â€œI’m not sure what either of you is talking about,” Brett said. “I mean, what could be more important than celebrating with your teammates?”
    â€œGiving thanks to God,” Clark said flatly.
    â€œOh,” Brett said, exchanging a glance with his brother.
    Okay , Cody thought as he moved his eyes from the twins to Brendan Clark, this must be what they mean by “ awkward silence. ”
    Finally, Brett offered, “Well, I think we better get back down to the field and find our dad. You comin’ Cody? You need a ride?”
    â€œNah. I think I’ll ride home with the Porters. You guys go ahead.”
    The Evanses congratulated Clark again, then left the wrestling room as if they were late for dinner.
    â€œI hope I didn’t embarrass you or anything, Cody,” Clark said when the twins were gone.
    Cody wasn’t sure what Clark meant. He answered anyway. “No. You didn’t embarrass me at all. It’s all good, you know.”
    Clark nodded slowly. “Some people can find it a little awkward to talk about their faith. That used to be me. But not anymore. God has done so much for us; it would just be a crime to not give him his props,