Tryout Results (2)

After Zeke left us, the three of us sat on the bench and waited for the coaches to wrap it up. The afternoon practice was starting to run long, but something about it was bothering me. I didn't realize what it was until Noah said something to Kyle. 

"No Dave yet?" Noah asked, looking around, examining the bleachers and other dugout. That's when it hit me, that Dave didn't show up. He said he might even be able to come home before we left for practice, yet he didn't. And now he wasn't present at all. 

Kyle's lips thinned, and his eyebrows fell in. "Nope. I was worried about an hour ago, so I pulled out my phone to text Mom. She said that it's just a long wait since the doctor was squeezing him in on short notice."

"It's just a broken nail...can't he just tear it off and wait until it regrows?" Noah asked.