He’d never been the best at physical activities in general. They weren’t his thing the way they were for some boys. Apparently I shouldn’t have worried. The kid was a goddamn champion. Three seconds. Three seconds was all it took for the timer to go off, the three contestants to dive into the water, and for Bubba to pop back up with an apple clutched between his teeth—his hands behind his back. His eyes glowed in triumph as he spat the apple out and waved it above his head like a goddamn flag.
