leaving in the morning.” “Oh, like some big-time school?” the officers mocked. “I’m on a scholarship,” Kansas growled. “Oh, yeah, which one?” The officer laughed as if they knew one scholarship from the other. “The Foxworth scholarship,” Kansas revealed, hanging his head. I gasped. All laughter stopped in an instant. “The Foxworth scholarship?” The officer reached for the baton on his hip. “Son, you realize you tried to fight with a Foxworth tonight? That boy can call his daddy and get your money pulled like that.” He snapped his fingers.
