There are about a dozen neighbours in the street now, almost all of us women.
Everyone started to yell at him.
Our league is called the “Downriver League.”
“Hallelujah,” she said the last word, drawing it out
We try to avoid those
My mother texted back the salivating emoji and asked me to save her some.
The driver showed us a wrinkly red River jersey that he had stuffed between the passenger seat.
I climbed around inside, securing the kids, who’d been kept out too late, into the car seats.
We explained that we were tourists looking for a place to watch the Champions League final.