Her eyes widened, and she made the sign of the cross over her chest. I sighed. “Mom, you’re not even catholic.” “So? You could use all the help you can get, mijo. You’ve been solely focused on football since you learned to catch a ball. If this girl gets you to follow your heart instead of your head, I’ll pray to any god who’ll listen.” She leaned away from the camera to yell down the hall. “John, get the sage and a lighter.”
