Tiffany and I had already touched it ourselves a number of times.  But this would be Missy’s first real chance.  She’d always made excuses before.  Sometimes she’d blame it on a knee or an ankle, explaining the problem in terms we didn’t understand.  Her father was the field doctor for the Texas A&M football team, so she knew plenty about the different diseases and conditions, the names of ligaments, stuff like that.  But that afternoon, something changed.

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