Soccer Mom by Amber Skye

Author:Amber Skye [Skye, Amber]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2017-10-13T23:00:00+00:00

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We arrived at the field where our kids were about to begin their game just minutes before start time. Kendall scurried out with the lineup cards and met the refs, carrying the two balls we found in the woods and rolling them to the sideline where our team sat on the bench listening to the final comments from the coach before the whistle blew. I found Mort on the sidelines near a maple tree—the bleachers on this field offered no shade—and slid in next to him.

“Oh, hey, Marie! Where have you been?”

“I got waylaid by Kendall,” I smirked nonchalantly, though my heart was racing a mile a minute. “She needed help searching for a couple of lost soccer balls.”

He furrowed his brow. “Oh, okay. I didn’t know we lost any,” he shrugged.

I frowned. Was it possible that a ball never actually left our field? Was Kendall messing with me? Was she tricking me in an effort to lure me into the woods? I couldn’t be sure. I hadn’t paid enough attention to the earlier game to know for certain. She probably knew that. I stared at the center of the field where our team mom consulted with the refs. One of the ARs said something to her, and I saw her touch her neck. Then she shrugged and laughed like whatever the ref’s concern was, amounted to nothing.

I chewed my lower lip and thought. During our search, Kendall seemed to have had a fairly good idea where the second ball would be, and the first one we’d found was spotted by me very easily—maybe too easily. Could she have planted them? It seemed like a bizarre scheme, but I reminded myself that Kendall Sullivan was a very odd creature. Then I considered the second ball. I’d assumed that it had skipped over the stream, but now I reconsidered. The more likely scenario would have been that the ball rolled down the hill and got caught in the thick foliage farther up the embankment. If it had made it as far as the stream—unlikely as it seemed to me now—it probably would have landed in the water and washed downstream. The more I thought about it, the more I began to believe that we never lost any balls. She had played me like a fiddle, and it gnawed at me. I didn’t like being taken for a fool! A slow burn built in my gut as I watched her walk purposefully across the field, chest jutted out, head held high, and her ponytail swinging from side to side.

We lost the second game 2-1. The opposing team scored two late goals in the second half after we had led most of the way. As I waited for the boys in my charge to make their way across the field, I overheard mumblings from a number of parents, lamenting as to why we lost the game.

“If we had a better goalie, we’d be headed for a top seed. The way it is now,

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