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“Then why did you let him?” I asked.
Braden sputtered a laugh. “Let him?Have you ever tried to tell Logan not to do something? No thank you. I’d rather see Trip get punched than me.”
“I should have said something,” Christian muttered. “I was worried about it too.”
“Enough with the blame,” I told them. “Logan’s a grown man who made a decision himself.” I glanced at Claire. “Abaddecision.”
She nodded. “He told me it was a mistake.”
“Yes, it was,” I agreed.
We got in the car and I plugged in the address to the Enterprise Center. “I’ll drop you guys off at the stadium before going to pick Logan up. It might take a while.”
“What’s cunt mean?” Claire suddenly asked.
Christian, Braden, and I all flinched at the same time. Braden covered his mouth, trying to suppress a laugh.
“That’s averybad word,” I said. “You can never ever say that word again. Do you understand, Claire?”
I glanced in the rear-view mirror. She nodded.
“That man was a bully, wasn’t he?” she asked. “That’s why he said the bad word?”
“I guess he was a bully, yes.”
“Logan told me that bullies are the worst people in the world,” Claire explained to the car. “He said that you have to stand up to bullies, even if they’re picking on someone else. Especially if they pick on someone else. That’s what Logan was doing for you, Beth. He was standing up to a bully.”
“I guess he was,” I replied.
Claire stared out the window. “Logan’s smart. He’s a good guy, like Spiderman. Even if he said I can’t help you with the dogs anymore.”
Braden and I laughed. A few hours ago, Claire was throwing a temper tantrum and saying mean things to Logan. Now she was defending him.
That’s an eight-year-old for you.
I drove three blocks north and then turned west toward the Enterprise Center. There was traffic on this road; I was stuck at a light for three cycles without moving.
“What’s going on up there?” Christian asked.
“It’s a Friday. There’s traffic,” Braden said.
“Not like this. I rolled down my window and stuck my head out to get a better look. “Something is happening up ahead…”
The cars finally started moving, albeit slowly. I got in the right lane so I could pull into the player entrance to drop Christian and Braden off. That’s when the crowd came into view. There were a hundred people clustered around the entrance to the stadium, holding signs and chanting in unison.
“Oh my God,” Christian said. “Those are protesters. They’reprotesting the Colts!”
Epilogue
Beth
As we got closer, I realized that Christian was right: there were hundreds of fans protesting the Colts in front of the stadium. Or, more specifically, they were protesting the Coltsowner.
“Don’t trade our heroes!” they were chanting. “Or your bottom line will bezeroes!”
There were countless signs carried by the protesters. The first one I saw said:
Christian > Cash
