Stop, I say again as we start to walk out onto the field. I actually have to pay attention now.
“Okay, okay.” He stops at the sidelines and watches as we head, single file, onto the field. We’re almost to the purple line when he calls, “Hey, Grace?”
“Yeah?” I turn toward him instinctively.
He gives me a little chin nod. “Break a hip.”
I burst out laughing all over again, and as I do, my stomach unclenches and the last of my nerves dissolve