What happened was, she smiled at me one day when she bought this old beat-up book she found in the foreign language section. I asked her if she could ...ead it--dumb question, but something made me want her to stay a minute. She told me, sure, she could, and asked if I could. Cheeky broad. I told her I could read modern French, so she gave me a lecture on the fabliaux, said they were funny and sexy and just wonderful, they weren't too hard to read, and damn if I didn't get another copy and go at. All this additional coaching knowledge made his head feel like it was spinning out of control.Coach Stanton placed a hand on Brad’s shoulder. “Now comes the hard part where you have to set aside your personal feelings and think like a coach. You have to scratch two players from the lineup for tonight’s game. I’ll give you a few minutes to come up with the names and reasons why.”Brad busied himself trying to figure out who not to dress for tonight’s game. Then seeing the trainer walking past, it. Its me he heard Lorcan shout a little. Lorcan was due to stay in Jeffs to keep him company as his Mom was working late. Come on in, he said wrapping his waist in the towel. Hey bud, Lorcan said. Your mom left the front door open so I hope you dont mind? No, Jeff shook his head in reply. Good because I need to wanna do something, Lorcan said as the door shut. Moving closer to Jeff he put a hand on his shoulder, and said. Now I dont know how say this, so Ill show you. With that Lorcan leaned. I didn't feel old, but that didn't really mean much. With the exception of the lump, and a constant blinding pain behind my eyes, I felt pretty good. It took a major exercise of will-power not to be constantly pacing the length of the little room I was kept in. I felt a tremendous need for movement of some kind ... any kind. Running, pacing ... anything, as long as it was movement; but I limited myself to sitting or lying on the cot.The Voice asked me questions about myself, my life, my family..