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Logan

Traitor

It’s what I expect someone to mumble as they walk by, but we’re in Louisville and the odds of h School are low

The waitress smiles at me when she refills my water and our eyes meet She’s pretty Maybe a year or two older than er Her eyes are brown, but Abby’s are darker Thinking of Abby causes irl out The waitress wouldn’t be the first college girl I’ve dated and she wouldn’t be the first girl I’ve taken out because I’ve got Abby on the brain

I wink, the waitress blushes, es my arm in approval

We’re at Applebee’s All three TVs over the bar show the Reds game, and thanks to the last ho wild It’s crowded here, lass has never been empty Yeah, the waitress is interested, but I’m not sure if I am

Onlike a Cheshire cat If I should so choose, this guy could be irl has to be a hell of a lot less aard and —my diabetes

Type 1 to be exact and it’s obvious by how this guy continually shifts that I must be the first potential player he has had with the disease Bet he’s regretting asking me to lunch so he could convince me to play for him This all leads back to traitor

“Logan’s et the approval froan to continue to play baseball” Dad always refers to him and Mom as separate They divorced when I was six, but most of the time they’ve found a way to stay amicable

“Yes,” Mom chimes in “You’ve been very helpful”

Mom has no idea what Coach Reynolds was helpful with, but she likes to feel included Dad sighs when Mo hi here Mom’s a free-spirited talker and Dad’s the quiet, responsible one

Out of those traits, I inherited Dad’s conversational skills and Moot Mom’s brown eyes, Dad’s black hair, and a body that doesn’t produce insulin Moativity must have blocked one of my chakras in the womb Dad says Mom needs her head examined I’m with Dad on this one