Monday, I skulked back and forth past the door to the school library a good three times without going inside. After the third time, I stopped dead in the middle of the hall and flat forced myself to walk in there. (Pg.156)
"Instead, I told her I wanted to look at some old yearbooks on account of I was checking out the background of a man my mom had took up with" (pg.157/158).
Sure enough, there he was in the team picture, long hair and all. And right next to him stood T. Roy Strong. 'Wait a minute here.' I grabbed the yearbook and looked at the date on the front. It was true. He never mentioned it once when he was over at our house, but he sure was. All them years back, he was right there on the greatest of the great Knights teams..." (pg. 160)