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“Well, it’s healed up nicely. Shouldn’t keep you from playing football.”
    Doc took Harrison’s blood pressure and banged his knee with a rubber hammer, then signed some papers and told Coach that Harrison was ready for action. Doc followed them out onto the front porch and called to the ponytail girl. “Becky, I want you to meet Harrison. Harrison, this is my daughter, Becky. She’s in your grade.”
    Becky held out her hand and Harrison shook it, surprised by her solid grip, even though his hand swallowed hers whole. He also liked the way she didn’t stare at his red eye. It was as if she didn’t notice, even though he knew she must have.
    â€œHarrison is Coach Kelly’s . . .”
    â€œHarrison is joining our family.” Coach put a hand on Harrison’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
    Harrison felt his face burn. Becky looked at him in confusion. Coach steered Harrison down the steps toward the truck. Harrison saw the other kids on the lawn watching him like a zoo animal. He climbed into the truck beside Coach. As they backed down the driveway, Becky stepped down off the porch. She caught Harrison’s eye and then did something that he’d never forget.

Chapter Ten
    WITH ALL THE OTHER kids watching, Becky waved to Harrison and spoke in a voice that all the kids could hear. “I’ll see you in school, Harrison.”
    Her smile filled Harrison’s heart with sunshine and honey, and his own hand popped up on its own to wave back at her.
    â€œThat’s a pretty little girl.” Coach nodded his head toward the doctor’s daughter.
    Harrison looked down at his feet and scuffed a gum wrapper across the floor mat.
    â€œDon’t you think?” Coach backed the truck out into the street.
    â€œI don’t know.” Harrison studied the wrapper. His ears burned at the sound of Coach’s soft laughter.
    Coach settled down and asked Harrison if he wanted to go fishing. Harrison said that he had never been but that he’d be happy to try. They returned home to get their gear, and while Mrs. Kelly packed a basket with sandwiches and lemonade, Harrison studied some framed photographs on a table in the living room. In one, Mrs. Kelly wore a wedding dress and Coach had on a tuxedo. In another, Mrs. Kelly hugged Coach on the sideline of a football field and Coach held up a trophy. Another caught Harrison’s eye and he picked it up.
    It was Coach, but he wore an Army uniform. In one hand he held a gun, but his other arm he’d slung around a second soldier. They smiled like brothers at a reunion. The other soldier had a small beard that was as black as his eyes, reminding Harrison of a movie poster he’d once seen for a story about the devil.
    When Mrs. Kelly appeared behind him, Harrison returned the picture to its place.
    â€œCoach was in the war?” he asked.
    Mrs. Kelly handed Harrison the picnic basket. “The Gulf War. It was the first war in Iraq, a lot of years ago.”
    â€œThat’s his friend?”
    â€œA very good friend,” she said, looking sadly at the picture. “Major Bauer.”
    â€œDid he die?” Harrison kept his voice low.
    Mrs. Kelly seemed to think about it. “No, he was hurt very badly, but he’s far from dead. You’ll meet him sometime.”
    Harrison could tell there was something special about the major that Mrs. Kelly wasn’t telling him, but they both heard Coach call him from the garage, and she put a hand on Harrison’s back and steered him toward the door. Coach laid two poles in the back of the truck, dusted his hands, and they set out for the lake. Coach had a boat with an outboard motor pulled up among some grass and trees on a rocky shore. When Coach asked Harrison to help him drag the boat into the water, Harrison grabbed hold of the handle in front and hauled it across the rocky beach and into the water before Coach could put down his