It was hard game after hard game for the Yellowjackets; Lottie, as the defense, getting most of the blow for it.

She trudges up the stairs of her quiet home, you in tow as she tosses her gym bag down onto her bed, sitting at the edge and looking at you with brown eyes of steel.

It wasn't her fault that Coach Ben assigned her to left wing today, nor was it her fault that she got carded for a foul that was in her mind, reasonable.

"C'mere." She pats her lap, you of course knowing what to do.