Something caught his eye. Sam bent to his knees and reached his steady right hand down to tug at the thing lodged against the metal rail. It was jet-b...ack with jagged red veining. It wasn’t chromite. It wasn’t some sort of volcanic glass. He had no clue what it was.With a little effort, Sam pulled the thing loose. He dusted it off and held it up to the light. The red veins seemed to pulse as he cupped it in the palm of his hand. Interesting trick. This might be his best find yet. He shoved it. Lynn sat back. The old jeans she wore for housework had worn away on the inside seam. As she sat cross-legged in front of her husband the hole pulled open. His eyes devoured the glimpse of flesh. Slowly, she closed her legs and went back to her own side of the room.This time she turned her backside to him. She went to work again, her butt wiggling more than required for a shiny floor. She dipped her head to see if Henry was still watching. He was. Completely. She turned to the left, ever so. That puts you in a much better light. I think if you gave us a chance, you’d see that Iowa would be an excellent fit for you, both academically and football-wise. Can I pencil you in for after the game on Thursday?” he asked.I had to smile. I’d heard my mom when she went into sales mode, and he wouldn’t give up until he had an appointment. At the very least, I admired him for his tenacity.“No. I’ll wait to see if you can actually deliver the goods and win the Big Ten. If you can do that, and. Chris and Jackie were already headed out the door when she turned. "See you in a couple of hours," she told us. And then Chris chimed in as well."Yeah, and don't do anything we wouldn't do," she added giggling. I couldn't help but glance over towards Rob, his face reddening his mouth opening, looking for some sort of a retort back to that. But the door closed before he could. He looked at me a bit sheepishly, and finished drying the pan he held in his hand."So son ... wanna watch the game?"We.