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STITCH

G enie’s six-year-old, Billy had a soccer game and most of the team was there. Bethany and Genie with their four other kids, Rave and Sylvie, Flash, Tech, and Stitch took up half the bleachers. Stitch looked across the field and froze recognizing one of the referees. “She’s here,” he nudged Flash.

“What?”

“From the restaurant. Look. She’s a referee.” Stitch pointed her out.

Flash followed Stitch’s direction, “You sure?”

“She was at my neighbor’s house. Yes, I’m sure.”

“Ok. Go talk to her at halftime.”

“She doesn’t like me.”

“Why are we having this conversation?”

“Trying to watch the game,” Rave leaned in.

Sylvie leaned in, “What are you talking about?”

“Stitch likes the referee.” Flash answered.

“I thought he liked the propane girl?”

“It’s the same one,” Stitch bit out as the game moved toward them on the field.

“Wait, we saw her at Ryder’s,” Sylvie looked at the referee.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up,” Stitch repeated as she came running down the base line.