“There’s a game on Friday night. It’s a big one. Scouts are coming to watch. Will you come? Maybe we could get something to eat afterward, and I’ll explain everything.” “The truth? All of it?” Banjo swallowed hard, worry flickering in his eyes. But then he nodded. “You probably won’t ever want to see me again when I’m done. But I’m so sick of secrets.” So was I. He had no idea how much.
