Authors: Stephen King
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.