“What am I thinking?” Coach asked.
Brendan turned to Coach, concentrated, then blushed. “Ed, really. There are younger people present.” He glanced nervously at troy.
Troy, who refused to scan Coach’s mind to see for himself what the man was thinking, grinned.
“Well, that power seems to be working,” the senior councilman said, failing to hide a smirk.
Coach glanced at Troy before turning to the senior councilman. “Does he get a uniform and cape like Troy’s?”
“Yes, of course.” The man nodded.
“Don’t want purple, the chief said. “I’d look like Barney the Dinosaur.”
Troy glared.
“What do you know about Barney?” Coach asked.
“I have young nieces and nephews.”
“Somehow I can’t picture you getting down on the floor and playing with Barbie dolls, Lincoln logs, or watching cartoons,” the senior councilman said.
Nor could Troy, who began to fidget. They were wasting time.
Coach fixed Troy with a look. “You need to visit the bathroom, Ashton?”