And Mistress Makes Three by Francis Ray

Author:Francis Ray
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9780312573683
Publisher: St. Martin’s Press
Published: 2011-07-21T07:42:44+00:00

“You think he’ll come, Mom? He said he’d try.”

Gina forced a smile and stared down at Ashton in his uniform and protective gear as they crossed the grassy park heading to the soccer field. Her heart ached for Ashton because he had given up on his father ever coming to one of his games, but not Max. “He said he’d try, but he’s a busy man.”

Ashton looked around. “I saw his car. It’s gray like Coach Sams’. Do you see a car like that?”

“No, Ashton,” Gina said. “But there are a lot of cars here.”

“Come on, Ashton,” called the coach on the field. “Warm-up time.”

“You’ll keep an eye out for him, won’t you, Mom, because I have to keep my eyes on the ball.”

Gazing down at the earnest face of her son, Gina wanted to hug him. A no-no while he was in uniform. “I will. I’ll sit at the top of the bleachers so I’ll have a good advantage.”

“Ashton!” called the coach.

“Gotta go.”

“Good luck,” Gina called as Ashton ran on the field. Her smile slipped. She thought of calling Robert to ask him to come but already knew the answer. He’d cite Saturday as a busy day, that next weekend he was picking up the children.

Speaking to the family and friends of team members, Gina climbed the metal bleachers. She was on the fourth one before her breathing began to be labored. By the time she reached the eighth and top one, she was blowing hard. Sitting on the metal seat, she pressed her hand to her booming heart.

She should have brought a bottle of water. She could go back down the stairs and get one out of the chest reserved for parents, but then she’d have to climb the bleachers again.

Definitely not worth it. She’d be fine in a few minutes, sooner since the game was starting. She stood to her feet, yelling along with everyone else for their team. “Go, Yellow Hornets! Go, Ashton!”

The opposing team gained possession of the ball and headed downfield. Her gaze went to Ashton, swaying slightly, ready to defend the net. Her heart thumped as it always did. He loved being the goalie, but it was such a crucial position. And she never liked when the ball, as it did now, zoomed toward the net and Ashton had to block it with his small body.

He deftly blocked the ball. The cheers went up again. Gina had never been good at sports, but thank goodness both of her children were athletic and not clumsy like their mother.

“Your son is good, Gina,” Carla Patterson commented as the game progressed and Ashton kept the other team scoreless. Her son Richie was a forward on Ashton’s ream and had scored the only point in the game.

“So is Richie,” Gina commented. “The team will really miss him when he moves to another age group to play.”

Carla glanced up over her shoulder. “I can tell you I’m not looking forward to him playing with bigger boys. His father is all for it.

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