Sharon didn't sound enthusiastic, which surprised me--that wasn't like Sharon. She said Helen wouldn't be expecting me. She didn't give me any specific reason not to come, though, so I persisted. Finally she gave in. We talked as we walked down the block and around the corner to Helen's house.When we entered Helen's house, a lot of the women of the neighborhood were there. I was surprised--it seemed like they all knew each other well, and met often like this. It made me wonder why Sharon wasn't more willing to invite me along. But Helen was very friendly, telling me to stay, and introducing me to all the others. Most were sitting around the kitchen table, which was rather large. Soon we were all sitting around, drinking coffee and gossiping.I noticed Helen had a deck of cards. That struck me as a little strange. She shuffled, then started dealing out the cards. The women must play some sort of card game. She stopped after dealing just one card to each of us. All the women immediately. His expression told me my answer didn't suit him. He shook his head. "Practice is imperative. The rules have changed since last year." But..." I hesitated; afraid I would laugh at the absurdity of rules being so fucking important."Yes, Mr. Oldham?" Every kid has played touch football," I said, stopping before I broke up laughing."This isn't touch, its flag football," Doctor Mercer said, excitedly opening a desk drawer. He offered me a single sheet of paper. "Study the rules and be ready to play, Mr. Oldham. I assure you that you won't start the game but I'll put you in if your classmates don't lynch you first."I suppose he expected me to find his remark humorous but I was preoccupied with the Zodiac. He caught me gazing at the wall poster."My... it's a gift from Grace. You met her last night," he said, softening."Thank you, Sir," I said, holding up the flag football rules as I left his office.I read the rules while waiting for Sociology class to begin. Other than stipulating the color.
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