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Standing in front of her team, dressed in the prim blue slacks and blue blazer she invariably wore on game days, was Ellen Silverman. She was smiling and holding up a handmade sign that read
I
LOVE
YOU
WESLEY
.

Wesley thrust his hands, one still holding the newspaper, over his head and let out a yell that caused a couple of kids on the other side of the street to look around.

“Wassup?” one of them called.

“Sports fan!” Wesley called back, then raced back upstairs. He had a call to make.