I Told You So
By KG MacGregor
From time to time, folks ask me whatís new with Anna & Lily, my characters from the Shaken series. Rest assured theyíre living happily ever after in their beautiful Brentwood home with Andy and the twins, George & Eleanor. (If you donít know about the twins, you need to go read Annaís Christmas.)
I wrote this particular tale for Telltale Kisses, the short-story anthology edited by Stephanie Solomon-Lopez & Medora MacDougall. All profits from that book go to benefit youth sports programs, and I was honored to be asked to take part. But since many fans of the Shaken series are web-only readers, I always planned to make this update available online after the bookís initial sales. So consider this a teaser for the 19 other stories in that book that would make it a worthwhile addition to your library.
"Öand donít forget that tomorrow is your spelling test." Mrs. Adlerís words fell on deaf ears, as they did each day once the final bell rang. Her first-graders were already lining up at the door, their backpacks slung haplessly over their shoulders.
Andy Kaklis hadnít heard a word his teacher said since the moment he saw the black BMW Z8 pull into the circle in front of the school. Thursday was his favorite day of the week because his mom picked him up and took him back to the dealership. There, he would hang out in the showroom or watch the sales videos in the media center. Or if he was lucky, they would go to the service department where he could help her fix one of the cars.
"You are dismissed. Please go quietly through the hallway. Iíll see you all tomorrow." More words to be ignored.
Andy fought the urge to cut across the front lawn of the school, instead scurrying between the other children on the sidewalk to hurry to the waiting convertible. "Hi, Mom!"
Anna Kaklis looked forward to these days as much as her son did. Not only did she get time on her own with Andy, but it gave Lily a little break tooónot that being at home alone with fifteen-month-old twins was much of a break. Still, it was a schedule that seemed to work for everyone. "Hey, pal. Did you have a good day?"
Andy shrugged. He liked school, but nothing special had happened. Exceptó "Can I play Mighty Mite football?"
"A man came to our room today and talked about the re-recation apartment."
"You mean the recreation department?"
"Yeah. And he said that us first-graders could play Mighty Mite football and wear uniforms." He pulled a folded permission slip from his backpack and held it out.
"Uniforms, huh?" Lily probably wouldnít go for something like that, Anna thought. Andy was considerably smaller than most of his classmates, and therefore, at a higher risk of getting hurt in a sport like football. He and his younger cousin Jonah had played together on the same T-ball team the year before, but size didnít matter as much on the baseball diamond.
"Yeah, football players wear shoulder padsÖand helmetsÖand pants that come to here." He drew his hand in a line just below his knees, clearly excited about the idea. "And Jonah canít be in the Mighty Mites because heís just in kindergarten."
"I thought you liked playing with Jonah."
"I do, but Mighty Mites is for big kids."
So thatís it. This was about being able to do something Jonah couldnít do. Though the boys usually played together very well, Jonah would sometimes tease Andy about his size and quiet demeanor. Despite being younger than Andy by a year, Annaís nephew was a little taller and had a more domineering personality. Mighty Mites seemed like a good opportunity to let Andy come out on top, at least where Jonah was concerned.
"You sure you want to play football? Football players can get hurt with all that pushing and tackling."
"We donít tackle, though. We wear little flags right here"óhe pointed to his sidesó"and the other kids have to grab one of them. Then you have to stop running. We play sometimes in gym class."
Anna couldnít remember when she had seen this much excitement on his face.
"Can I? Please?"
To Anna, it was less about Andy playing football than it was doing something that made him feel good about himself. He really seemed to need this. "Sure, I donít see why not." The huge smile on his face was her reward.
"Weíre home!" Anna announced from the family room. "Where are my babies?"
"Thereís Mom!" Lily gave the twins a nudge and they toddled off to meet the rest of the family at the door.
Andy threw his book bag on the floor and ran directly to Lily for a hug. Anna squatted to greet her little ones, both of whom had spaghetti-stained chins. Eleanor tripped and fell face-down, but pulled herself right up and charged onward without a fuss.
"And now for my big baby!" As Andy stooped to hug his younger siblings, Anna held her arms wide for Lily. "How was your day?"
"Not bad. Youíll be pleased to hear that your daughter has a decorative flair."
Lilyís choice of possessive pronoun got her attention. "Okay, why is she Ďmyí daughter?"
"Because she enhanced the wallpaper in the kitchen with a box of crayons."
"I saved it for youóalong with a brush and soapy water."
"Why, thank you."
"Are you hungry?"
"I can wait. You and Andy go ahead." This part of their evening had become routine. Lily and Andy would eat dinner together, while Anna played nearby with the twins. Everyone talked about their day, and as soon as Lily finished eating, they would switch places.
"Andy has some big news, donít you, pal?"
His face lit up at once. "Mom said I could play Mighty Mite football this year."
Lily looked at Anna with a scowl. "She did, did she?"
Anna confirmed with a sheepish nod. Something about Lilyís tone told her that it might have been best to talk this over with her before giving Andy permission.
"I donít think thatís such a good idea, Andy. Football can be a pretty rough sport."
"It isnít rough. Itís tough!" As if that made all the difference.
"But you arenít as big as the other kids. What if they step on you?"
"They wonít, Mama. Iíll run faster and they wonít be able to catch me."
"I donít think so, Andy. Maybe next year, or the year after that when youíve grown a little more. Besides, I thought you liked T-ball. Wouldnít you rather concentrate on that?"
"But football has cool uniforms," he whined, clearly anxious that his good fortune had changed.
Anna knew she needed to make the case about Jonah, but she didnít want to do that in front of Andy. "Why donít we talk about it a little later? Finish your dinner, Andy." She could see the worry on her sonís face and gave him a hopeful wink.
Anna cleaned up the kitchen while Lily watched the babies. Andy chose a puzzle from the play closet and dumped its pieces on the family room floor.
"Do you have homework?" Lily asked.
"I did it already," he answered glumly. His excitement from earlier in the day was long gone.
"Thatís right," Anna called from the kitchen, feeling a need to earn back a few parenting points after jumping the gun by giving Andy permission. "He did all of his homework at the office and I checked it." She joined them in the family room and picked up George. "Are you getting sleepy, little man?"
"Theyíve both been on the go all afternoon," Lily said. She picked up Eleanor and pressed her nose into the babyís cheek. "I bet you fall asleep in the bathtub."
"Unh-uh," Eleanor answered, shaking her head.
Anna turned back to Andy as Lily left and lowered her voice. "Iíll talk to your mama about the Mighty Mites, pal. Maybe I can get her to change her mind."
Andy nodded his understanding, but Anna could see his look of defeat. They both knew that Lilyís objections would be difficult to overcome.
"She loves you, you know. Sheís just worried that youíll get hurt. Thatís why she wants you to wait until youíre a little bigger."
"But by the time I get bigger, everybody else is going to be bigger too." He had a point. "Iím always going to be a pipsqueak."
"Who says youíre a pipsqueak?"
"Jonah. He sayís heís going to be a lot bigger than me when we grow up."
Anna sighed. "Maybe, maybe not. You might start growing real fast one of these days and then youíll be bigger than Jonah. But even if you arenít, it wonít mean anything. Iím taller than your mama and sheís way tougher than I am."
"She is not."
"She is! She has big muscles, and she can beat me up."
"But she never does."
"Thatís because itís not nice."
"And because you love each other."
Anna grinned broadly. "Thatís the big reason. Iíll be back down in a little while, okay?"
She carried George upstairs to the bathroom, where Lily was already bathing Eleanor. She undressed her son and put him in the tub with his sister. "Are you mad at me?"
Lily handed her a washcloth and the baby soap. "No, but you shouldnít have told him yes without talking to me. Now heís going to be even more disappointed."
"I really think we should let him play. Itís not tackle football. He explained it to me. All they do is grab a flag from the other kidís belt."
"You know it isnít that simple. Theyíll be blocking each other and the big kids will run right over him. And theyíll all pick on him because heíll be the smallest one out there. I just hate to see him get his feelings hurt."
"Maybe they will pick on him, but I donít think Andy cares about what the other boys say. I think he just wants to do something with kids his own age. He told me that Jonah couldnít play Mighty Mites because heís just in kindergarten."
"What does Jonah have to do with this?"
"Everything, I think. You know how Jonah always teases Andy about being so little. If Andy played Might Mites, it would be one thing he could do that Jonah couldnít do. I think thatís pretty important to him." It was obvious from Lilyís expression that she didnít like the idea, but Anna could see that her argument was getting through. "It says on the permission slip that they need parents to help out with stuff on the sidelines, like passing out drinks and keeping the kids back out of the way. If youíre really worried about him, you could volunteer to do that."
Lily arched an eyebrow that seemed to say, "Are you insane?"
"OrÖI guess I could volunteer to do that."
Anna worked on the sidelines to line up one last row of cold drinks. The boys had lost interest in the refreshment table as the game wore on and their excitement waned. Andyís team was behind by three touchdowns, and the other team was driving again toward the end zone. She was less concerned about the score, though, than about the look of frustration on Andyís face. He hadnít seen action at all in this, the Mighty Miteís first game.
The coach had met briefly with all of the parents before the game, assuring them that everyone would probably see at least a smidgen of action. However, the chances of that were fading with the clock.
Lily sat in the bleachers with their brother-in-law, Hal, and five-year-old Jonah, who had been cheering loudly for Andyís team. Despite her reservations about Andy playing football with the bigger boys, she also wore a disappointed look that he hadnít played at all.
"Kaklis! Brewster! Karnicki!"
Andy leapt off the bench to stand before the coach as Anna leaned close to hear the instructions.
"Okay, boys. We need you out there. All we have to do is stop íem on this drive. You know your positions. If he tries to run by you with the ball, grab that flag!"
Anna turned to see the rest of her family clapping and shouting at finally seeing Andy take the field. She beamed with pride as her son tugged his huge helmet into place and ran onto the field to take his position on the defensive line. But Lily was rightóAndy looked very, very small next to these other boys, and for the first time, Anna found herself worried for his safety.
On the first play, the quarterback threw a short pass that fell harmlessly to the ground, and Andyís teammates cheered themselves for their defensive effort. Andy had been pushed to the ground by the opposing lineman, but had gotten up quickly. His now-dirty uniform would no doubt be a badge of honor.
On the second down, they ran the ball to the opposite side of the field, so Andy wasnít involved in the play at all. Anna breathed a small sigh of relief as she watched the clock wind down. They had time for only one more play, so it looked like her son would finish his first game unscathed. She turned back and flashed a proud grin at the rest of her family, not missing Lilyís crossed fingers and arms as she too waited anxiously for the end of the game.
On the gameís final snap, the quarterback spun to place the ball in the belly of his halfback. But the boyís head turned at just the wrong moment and the pigskin tumbled free, falling end over end toward the sidelines where Andyís teammates screamed with excitement. First one boy, then another, tried to cover the fumble, but with each touch, it careened closer to the sideline where Anna and the rest of Andyís team stood.
She watched in horror as the action seemed to slow. Andy was the closest player to the ball and was stooping low to pick it up just as the largest player on the field dived toward the sideline to make the grab. The motion picture behind Annaís eyes played a few frames ahead of real time, and she could envision the next few moments when her son was pulverized beneath the bigger boy right before her eyes.
It could have been a lot worse, Anna knew. The x-rays showed a small break in the fibula, the small bone in the lower leg. The doctor had promised to exchange the crutches for a walking cast after two weeks.
Lily pulled into the driveway alongside her mother-in-lawís car. "Thank goodness Martine had the twins. That would have been even more of a circus than it already was."
Anna snorted her agreement. The trip to the hospital had been chaotic, what with the coach and half the parents following along. Everyone had been so concerned.
"Andy, can you handle the crutches?"
"Sure, Mama." Andy hopped out of the back seat and pulled the long crutches from the floorboard.
Lily came around to the passenger side just as Anna opened the front door. "Need any help?"
Anna grunted and turned gingerly in the seat, swinging her throbbing leg to the open door.
"Mom, Justinís mother said she would hand out the drinks next time so you wonít have to."
"Thatís nice, Andy," Anna said without a trace of enthusiasm.
"And Coach said we were lucky because everybody was looking at you when I picked up the ball and made the touchdown."
"Be sure to tell Coach how glad I was to help."
Andy skipped ahead into the house as Anna struggled with her bum leg. Lily walked alongside carrying their things.
"Go ahead and say it," Anna said. "I know youíre dying to."
"I told you soÖthat football is dangerous and people can get hurt."
"Nah, it wouldnít be any fun to rub it in. You feel bad enough as it is." She placed her hand on Annaís back to help her along. "Besides, if I say anything, itís that you were absolutely right about letting Andy play Mighty Mites."
"Yep. You should have heard the boys at the hospital. Jonah said he couldnít wait until next year when he got to play, and Andy said he couldnít wait either. It really meant a lot to Andy to be the big kid this time. I could see it all over his face."
Anna smiled for the first time since she had gone down underneath that boyís weight on the sidelines. "You think it was worth it?"
Lily shrugged. "Youíre the only one that can answer that."
"At least this gets me out of housework for a while."
"Donít count on it, Amazon."
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