Further Joy

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Since Garner had been back, the only weather the town had offered was that familiar reedy glare that made everybody squint like they were in pain. Today Garner had on his darkest sunglasses, and his mother wore a big visor along with her paw-printed T-shirt of faded green. His mother’s hair had reached that point where you couldn’t tell if it was light or dark or mostly gray, but her eyes were still sharp as ever. Between plays she would look over at Garner with a sly, peaceful expression, grateful to be spending time with him again.

GCU. The Georgia Coastal Marsh Cats. Garner’s mother liked to attend one game a year, to cheer the team in person, and the rest of the season she watched at home on a fifty-inch flat screen Garner had given her for her last birthday. The team was 4–0 and they were getting the upper hand again this afternoon. They’d done nothing but kick field goals but they had things under control. Garner didn’t know what conference they were in anymore, but they were still running that same spread-to-run offense half the big teams were running now. They had a plow horse of a quarterback who never failed to convert a third and short.

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