The woman never once watched the game directly.
She would glance up at the field for a second, then immediately bend close and whisper to the boy while tracking quick patterns on his palm.
I looked around and realized that I wasn’t the only one who had noticed them.
A man two seats over from them had been drinking since we got there.
You could tell by the way he shouted half a beat too late at every play and clapped too hard and too long after anything exciting happened.
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