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The announcer came over the speakers. Ben’s attention moved immediately toward the field.

Nothing important yet.

He looked back at me. “Stay out of trouble.”

“Unreasonable and unlikely.”

“I know.” He started away.

“Coach.”

Ben glanced back.

“Thanks for the four.”

His expression softened. Barely. “You’re welcome.”

Then he walked toward the gate again. Watching everything except me.

Halftime arrived with Travis ahead by three.

The band took the field.

I had always thought marching bands deserved more credit for not killing each other. There were too many people moving quickly while carrying instruments capable of serious injury.

They formed something recognizable.

Sadie squinted. “What is that?”

“Texas.”

“No.”

“It’s definitely Texas.”

“That’s either Texas or a deformed boot.”

“It’s Texas.”

The formation shifted.

Sadie nodded. “Now it’s a uterus.”

I almost choked on my drink.

Both Sunshine and Marion started cracking up.

The announcer began running through school notices while the band reset. Fundraiser. Booster club.

Then: “Students and families are reminded that approved eclipse-viewing glasses for the upcoming eclipse will be available through the science department beginning Monday. Please do not use sunglasses or homemade filters for direct viewing.”

Sadie looked toward the press box. “Nothing inspires confidence like school-issued eye protection.”

Micah leaned down from behind us. “They’re certified.”

Sometimes he poked her just to see what she’d do.

“That sounds like something they’ll say in the lawsuit,” she said decisively.