I’ll talk to you guys tomorrow, okay? Everyone go get some sleep. Especially you two—you have a game tomorrow.” As much as they didn’t deserve it, I kind of wanted to cheer Archie up now. He’d had a crappy evening, and Jake looked from me to Bubba and back again twice. Finally, he gave me a small smile and tugged my ponytail lightly. “Night, Frankie.” “Night, Frankie,” Archie echoed him. Bubba winked. “Night, Frankie.” God, we were like some twenty-first century Waltons. “Good night, John Boy.”
