~50~
He chucked the ball into his mitt a few more times before speaking. "We need a spirit cheer."
That's your big, major league idea?
"A spirit cheer?"
"Yeah." Emmett tossed down his glove and walked toward the kids. "Everyone form a tight circle and stick your right hand in the middle . . . other right hand, Bree."
The kids hopped to it; twelve little hands stacked up, and twelve eager faces lifted to the god in our midst for further inspiration.
"You too, Coach," Emmett said.
My hand was twice as big as the one below, but Emmett's fit perfectly on top.
Author's Note: Awww, they're kind of holding hands-ish. :)
XXX ~BOH
