I flicked the light on in Weston’s kitchen.  He ate with Georgia and Nan most nights, so the few coffee mugs in the sink and practically bare pantry didn’t surprise me.  But the neon-yellow flyer on his fridge did. LENOX LITTLE KICKS SOCCER My eyes struggled to make sense of the list of names. Weston – head coach.  And then several players underneath his name was my daughter’s. I slipped the paper from the magnet adhering it to the fridge and read it over for a second time, as if I’d missed a simple word or phrase or perhaps a