Seldom did soccer players trap the ball.“How’s the head, Mike?” Mr. St. George asked as I chased an errant pass down near the field’s sideline....“Never better!” I yelled as I used the sole of my left foot to pull the ball back and then pivoted around to dribble it back to my four man group.“You haven’t felt any shooting pains, headaches or dizziness, huh?”“No, none. I really haven’t felt this good in a long time, Coach!” I replied as he came over to Brad, Andrew Wearing, Jon Lunby and me.“He. Evie arrived on the scene a few minutes later. It had been a month since either of us had seen her; she greeted us with hugs that were full of their usual warmth. But at the same time, there was a seriousness in her demeanor that I found a little unsettling. Inez's body language informed me that she felt the same way.Evie was never one for mincing words; she got right to the point. "That situation with that Victor character... never should have gotten as far as it did. Both of you need to take. I kept waiting, but the lights never began to flash. He did follow me all the way to Triboro. I pulled into the car wash before he rode past. It made no sense at all. Why would he follow me twenty five miles, just to do a drive by. I had no idea why anyone with the state highway patrol would want to send me a message. You know one of those, ‘we know who your are, and where to find you’, messages. The bad guys, maybe even the local cops, but why the highway patrol. I never had any dealing with. Their talk was boisterous and sounded angry but was generally followed with laughter. A harsh, strange language was German, I surmised. I was disappointed that his boy, Geoff was not presentUnder the watchful eye of my young guardian, Jon, the rest of the day was spent climbing atop and inside tanks and aboard rocket launchers that were hauled behind trucks. He let me drive the jeep around the compound, first, with me sitting between his legs learning to master the vehicle, then the thrill of a.