February, 1991; Washington, D. C.

Chloe rubbed her thighs after removing her cleats and shin guards. Her last season might be over, but Chloe trained every day after school, creature of habit. Her father set a glass of water beside her, sat in his armchair, frowned. She turned on the news – war in Iraq and murders and drugs – working her calves.

"Why LSU?"

She would leave for college in the fall, and she'd chosen LSU. Her father was heartbroken.

"It's like home in Louisiana," she said, shrugging. "Pep assembly Friday. Are you going?"

He would. He never missed her lead an assembly. Unlike her mother.

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