“Sweetheart, my wife is head of the cheerleading squad. I’ll get you in with her for this winter, no problem. Plus, I know my boys that cross train could use another taut behind beauty like yourself on the field pepping them up before their games.” Mr. Lee’s eyes were calm and Brenna knew he was completely comfortable telling her no.
“I need this. It’s all that I’ve got,” Brenna said a bit too sincere.
“Sweetie, I’m all for women rights and all. And, you see, I’m so glad you respect the game. But not on this team, not this year.” Mr. Lee flashed Brenna a smirk before committing his attention to his paperwork again.
“This has nothing to do with women rights. I want to play baseb—-.”
“I think what you’re thinking of is soft ball. Mr. San’s daughter’s a few years younger than you, and she plays little league soft ball at the recreation center on Rural. I think they have a 16-18 league too…”
I’m not shocked. A little sad is all. Saying yes would have given me a reason to call him dad.