Chapter 3

Sunday, February 15, 2031 – Paradise, PA

Penny and Kyle hadn’t attended any of the local churches in almost a decade and a half. The family drove up to Paradise to worship at the church where Kyle grew up and where Penny and Kyle were married. Reverend Hollinger had retired from preaching shortly before Penny and Kyle moved to Denver full time. He had passed away a couple years ago. The church was familiar and the crowd was friendly. Many of the older faces were familiar, though a little grayer and with more paunch than fifteen years earlier.

They saw John Hayes, Zack’s father. They bumped into Justin and Sherry Baer, sitting with Jon and Amy Miller. Kyle’s brother Andrew’s family took nearly a whole row of pew space. Noah and Connor had graduated from Penn State in December and were living at home while working out at Pro Train Sports in Rohrerstown until the NFL Combine.

Kyle thought it looked odd that his parents sat alone, barely filling half a pew. He was used to them being mobbed with kids and grandkids. His parents’ solitude didn’t last. Robbie leaned over to Penny and whispered, “May I sit with Mom-Mom and Pop-Pop?”

“Behave,” Penny said. “That will be OK.” Robbie scampered down the aisle and slipped into a seat between his grandparents. Not to be outdone, Josh, Andy’s nine-year-old and youngest, decided to join his cousin and grandparents.

The minister conducted a nice service. The congregation welcomed Kyle and his family back home. Kyle loaded his family up in the minivan and drove over to his parents’ house. Mom-Mom made everyone a light lunch while they waited for other guests to arrive that afternoon. Jim and Marilyn Edwards arrived first, from three doors down the street. Penny’s sister, Niki, her husband, Adrian Murray, and children Chris and Alicia arrived shortly thereafter.

Older than David by ten months, Chris and David had always been close. David took his cousin downstairs to the basement to hang out. Jessie took Alicia upstairs to her Aunt Liz’s bedroom. It was the bedroom Jessie used when she did over-nights with her Martin grandparents.

“So, you’re a Philadelphian now,” Chris remarked. “How is that going to work out with that girlfriend you texted me about a few weeks ago? Is that done?”

“I live in Chester County, not Philadelphia,” David said. “Am I done with Arianna? I’m not sure.” David related the question about his participation in district swim meet and the plan in case he couldn’t get into districts down here.

“You really might hop in a car tomorrow afternoon and drive back to Pittsburgh and live with the Steelers head coach for six weeks. Your life can be surreal.”

“It’s not that weird,” David protested. “Zack is my godfather. His oldest daughter is a freshman in college, so they have a spare bedroom right now.”

“My friends just roll their eyes sometimes when I talk about the Hall of Famer wide receiver and famous coach my aunt married,” Chris said.

“You still with that hot girlfriend you were dating last summer?” David asked.

“Charlotte and I have been dating for almost two years,” Chris said. “We first got together near the start of tenth grade.”

“I can’t imagine being together with one girl for two years,” David said. “You’ve got ... what? Like two months until you graduate? What are you and Charlotte going to do then? Break up?”

“Yeah, two months or so more of high school,” Chris agreed. “We have things all set. I’ve been accepted to Virginia Tech to major in computer engineering. Charlotte is going there to major in communications. We plan to stay a couple.”

“Too bad in a way,” David said. “Did you know breakup and goodbye sex can be amazing?”

“Really?” Chris said. David regaled his cousin with tales from his sexual adventures the previous Thursday evening with Arianna.

“Across the kitchen table?” Chris marveled. David grinned and nodded yes. “In the shower with your family minutes away from coming home?” Chris just shook his head in amazement as David grinned some more. “I will discount half of what you told me as teen-aged bragging,” Chris said. “Half of what you claimed to have done is mind boggling. Especially the part about my Aunt Penny dragging the family away and guaranteeing you two and a half hours to get it on with your girlfriend.”

“Aunt Niki isn’t like that?” David asked.

“My parents aren’t prudes, but no, they are not anything like that,” Chris said. “I think Mom and Dad know Charlotte and I have sex, but it is never, NEVER discussed. They wouldn’t think of giving me permission to have her over when they are away.” Chris laughed. “Of course, what Mom and Dad don’t know can’t hurt Charlotte and me.”

“I marvel that you don’t get tired of dating the same girl, month after month for years,” David said. “I couldn’t keep my interest going that long.”

“You can when you find the right girl,” Chris said. “Charlotte and I love each other. If we can keep our relationship going through college, I expect we will marry.”

“Love?” David said. “What is love? I have no idea. I have fun with my girlfriends.” Chris chuckled.

“If you have to ask the question, ‘is this love?’ it’s not,” Chris said. “At least that is what I’ve experienced.”

“You and Charlotte are really in love?” David asked.

“We believe we are,” Chris said. “We have fun together. We have compatible interests. Sex is good together. But it is far more than any of that. I will do anything to protect her. When something hurts her, I feel it – physically as well as emotionally.”

“I guess I sort of understand,” David said.

“Fear not, young padawan,” Chris teased. “The right girl is out there for you. Keep looking and you will find her in time.”

“I hope she lives in Avon Grove School District,” David said. “I’m stuck here for the next year and a half.”

“You will find her,” Chris said. “Most likely when you least expect her.”

“I guess,” David admitted.

“So how is the swimming going?” Chris asked. The cousins continued talking and catching up on each other’s lives. It was a good way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

Meanwhile, upstairs in Aunt Liz’s old bedroom, Jessie and Alicia were deep into each other’s romantic lives too.

“When we talked after Christmas you said you were considering going all the way with your boyfriend,” Alicia said. “Did the two of you do it?”

“Well ... it’s complicated,” Jessie replied.

“Complicated?” Alicia said. “You got together and did it or you didn’t.”

“We had the perfect afternoon picked out,” Jessie explained. “Brody was home alone all afternoon. I managed to get a ride over to his house. Brody had the condoms.” Jessie hesitated and blushed a little.

“And?” Alicia demanded.

“We got naked,” Jessie blurted out. “We made out a bit.”

“That’s always fun,” Alicia said. “And?”

“I kept looking at Brody’s cock,” Jessie said. Her face turned pinker. “It had this big purple head on top. It looked ... looked huge. I kept thinking as we kissed and made out that he was going to try to stick that thing into me. How could it fit into my little hole? How much would it hurt when he stuck it in?”

“You chickened out,” Alicia said.

“I did,” Jessie confirmed. “Brody and I had a big fight about it. I not only missed finding out what sex is like with my boyfriend, I lost the boyfriend too.”

“That sucks, big time,” Alicia said. “Did you have any opportunities since then?”

“I did some group dates with friends, you know ... guys and girls together but no couples,” Jessie said. “I haven’t had the opportunity since then.”

“I am sorry about you and Brody and things not working out,” Alicia said.

“I could kick myself now for not grabbing the opportunity when I had it,” Jessie said. “Who knows when I will get another chance with a decent guy like Brody? How about you?”

“I’m trying to keep my dates under control,” Alicia said. “Getting pregnant scares the hell out of me. I want to find out what sex is like, but...”

“I understand,” Jessie said. “Thank God Mom and Dad are reasonable about sex and teenagers. Mom had me on birth control long before there was any chance I would try sex. They give me a little credit but not enough. You won’t believe what my mom did last Thursday night.”

“What?”

“She yanked the whole family out of the house and left my brother David alone and practically guaranteed him that he would be undisturbed for two and a half hours,” Jessie said. “Of course, his girlfriend showed up seconds after the rest of the family left. Why does my brother get special privileges that I can’t have?”

“He’s two years older than you,” Alicia replied. “My parents remind me of the fact that Chris is three years older than me every time I ask to be allowed to do the same things as him.”

“Oh, there you go using logic and reason again,” Jessie teased. “I know in my head you are right, but it still irritates me that Mom and Dad treat me like a kid more than a teen getting close to being an adult.”

Andrew Martin and his family showed up half an hour after the Edwards clan. Usually, Andrew’s daughter Zoe hooked up with Kyle’s Danny, better known as Danny J, when the whole Martin clan gathered, to tell him apart from Will’s oldest son, Daniel Travis or Danny T to the family. Danny J, more properly Daniel James was named for his two grandfathers. Danny T was named for Will’s step-father, Daniel Martin. Travis was just a name Abbie and Will liked.

Danny J, Zoe and Charlie, Will’s middle son, Charlie usually hung together at family gatherings. Zoe was a bit of a tomboy and didn’t mind playing with her sports minded cousins. The Henrys arrived from Princeton later than planned. Charlie hooked up with Danny J. Zoe had a prior commitment, so it was just Danny J and Charlie for the afternoon.

Little Josh, Andrew’s youngest, played with Robbie, despite the two-and-a-half-year difference in age. Noah and Connor, Andrew’s oldest twin sons joined the circle of adults gathered in the living room. That was appropriate as almost twenty-two-year-old college graduates.

The group questioned the twins about their experiences at the East-West Bowl a few weeks ago. Some wondered which teams would be drafting the boys. Noah gave his uncle a big grin and asked directly, “Uncle Ky, Connor and I are having an argument. I say you will use your first-round pick to take me and the second-round pick for Connor.”

“I think it will be the other way around,” Connor added.

“Boys, boys, boys,” Kyle said with a wry smile. “The NFL is the ultimate meritocracy. Family ties won’t buy you much more than a sixth or seventh round pick.”

“That’s cold, Unc,” Connor said. “That’s cold.”

“It’s the NFL, boys,” Andrew added. “I told you this before. The league is all business.”

The twins were laughing, knowing their request was a joke but Kyle felt more cold reality was in order.

“Suppose I use my first-round pick to take you, Noah?” Kyle asked. “And that is supposing I can get my bosses to bless that pick, which I doubt. The fans in Philly and your teammates are going to expect you to produce like a superstar if you are the first pick in the draft. Can you guarantee 70 to 100 receptions and over 1,000 yards your first season? You think you played in a complicated college offense with Bob Burton. An NFL offense is ten times more complicated.”

“Especially for the offense your uncle concocted with Zack Hayes’ and Ed Fritz’s help at the Steelers,” Andrew added. “Defensive coaches with thirty years on the league are looking at it and scratching their heads. They don’t know what the hell he’s created.

“I don’t know if I will break a thousand yards my first season in the pros,” Noah responded. “I think I can learn the offense, given some time to study.”

“Time is short in the NFL,” Kyle said. “Patience is shorter. What do you think the Philly fans will do if you don’t produce mega-catches and yards?”

“Boo,” Noah responded.

“You need to be patient during the draft process,” Kyle cautioned. “Family connections will do little for your draft position. My team will draft the best player available, regardless of family ties. You and Connor will find an NFL home this spring, just like your dad and I did. Play hard and do whatever your team needs to win. That will secure you a spot long-term in the NFL.”

“Yeah, I know you’re right,” Noah agreed.

“It would be cool to play for you,” Connor added.

“I would like it too,” Kyle agreed. “I’ve never gotten to coach a relative before.”

“What about you coaching me in high school?” Andy teased. “I saw you over on the sidelines with a headset on. You sure looked like you were my coach in some of those playoff games when I was a junior or senior in high school.”

“Professionally,” Kyle answered. “Boys, don’t get your hopes up to play for me. The chances are slim.”

“I get that, Uncle Ky,” Connor agreed.

“Yeah, I understand,” Noah added.

Discussion moved on from football. Will asked Niki Murray, his long-time friend and schoolmate, “What is Christopher planning? He finishes high school this spring, right?”

“God, I can’t believe it,” Niki sighed. “He is going to be eighteen next month. Where does the time go?”

“I know that feeling,” Will laughed. “Can you believe Rose is a college freshman at Princeton already?”

“Christopher is lined up to go to Old Dominion,” Niki replied.

“He is planning to major in computer engineering,” Adrian added. “They work on designing computer hardware, networks, cyber security and data analytics.”

“That should be right down Christopher’s alley,” Will grinned. “I know he’s always been interested in computers and technology.”

“Does David have any idea what he wants to do, Penny?” Niki asked her younger sister.

“Not a clue yet,” Penny replied.

“That is the next big thing, after we get settled in from our move,” Kyle added.

“This talk about colleges make you all seem so old,” Liz laughed. “Maddie [Liz and Chris’ oldest] is still in elementary school. Lilly Belle hasn’t even started school.” She pointed to her almost three-year-old daughter, who was playing with blocks in the middle of the circle of adults.

“So do you feel old, Pops?” Noah teased as he looked over at his father, Andy. “You have two kids done with college.”

“I’m not over forty, unlike some of you,” Andy retorted. Niki, Adrian, Will and Abby all protested. Penny and Kyle laughed.

“Oh no, little sister,” Niki retorted. “You don’t laugh. How many weeks until you are forty?”

“A little more than eight,” Penny admitted. She turned to Kyle. “You don’t get to laugh either. You’re only eleven weeks younger than me.”

“Yes, dear,” Kyle replied obediently, though still grinning.

“Kids ... what are you going to do with them?” Sharon responded as she waved to the bunch gathered in her living room.

“Amen to that, Sharon,” Marilyn Edwards agreed.

Talk switched to happenings in Paradise, helping the family members from Princeton, Charlottesville, and Berwyn catch up on local events. It was a pleasant afternoon as siblings, cousins and spouses enjoyed time together. Now that both Andy’s and Kyle’s families were back in the area, there was hope of more Sunday afternoons spent together.

Adrian and Niki were first to head for home. The drive back to Charlottesville was a long one. Abby and Will headed out next. It was all of two hours to drive back to their home in Princeton. Near dinnertime, Andy, Heather and their kids headed home. Penny, Kyle and their kids walked down the street and enjoyed a meal with Jim and Marilyn Edwards before heading back to Landenberg.

Kyle did well with recruiting his coaching staff. He secured Zane Bell, a defensive lineman he played with in Denver, for the defensive line coach. J. T. Hill agreed to step up from his assistant offensive line coach spot at Penn State to run the Eagles offensive line. J. T. and Kyle had an interesting history. J. T. had been a team leader when Kyle started at Penn State as a freshman. J. T. was drafted by the Steelers and played center for them for almost two decades. J. T. was still playing fifteen seasons later when Kyle joined the Steelers to coach receivers. Briefly Kyle had been J. T.’s titular boss when he stepped up to offensive coordinator in January, 2028. J. T. retired in June, 2028, thanks to a balky back. J. T. was asked to share his vast knowledge about offensive line play as Penn State’s offensive line coach when he retired.

Leonard Neilds, a tough running back from Stanford, took the running backs coaching job. Kyle knew Leo from playing together in the Senior Bowl, 2013. Coach C brought in three guys who had played for him when he was defensive coordinator for Washington. Jaylen Bailey would coach the safeties. Malik Charlton and Cody Thompson would serve as quality control coaches.

Kyle received a call from an old friend. He expected it would fill the next to the last opening on his coaching staff.

“Hey, Brad, how is it going?” Kyle asked cheerily when Garrett Bradford’s call was announced.

“I am doing well, Kyle,” Garrett replied. “Thank you for the offer to coach your tight ends. It was an honor to be considered for an NFL coaching position. Dianne and I talked it over carefully. I have to decline your offer.”

“Do you want to be stuck coaching high school level your whole career?” Kyle asked.

“Yes, actually I do,” Garrett answered. “I love coaching the kids while they are just learning their work. Their enthusiasm and freshness are rejuvenating to me.”

“I am sorry to hear you won’t be joining me,” Kyle said. “I understand about the kids. I taught school during the off-seasons when I was playing. I do miss working with them since I started coaching fulltime. Do you have anyone you could suggest that you have run across in your NFL travels?”

“Do you know Kevin Stover?” Garrett asked.

“I have heard the name,” Kyle replied.

“I played with him near the end of my career when I was in New England,” Garrett said. “He was great working with this rookie kid we had. Kevin was almost a coach on the field for the kid. You might want to talk to your brother about Kevin too. He played with the Rams for a few seasons. I think it would have been when Andy was there.”

“I will check him out,” Kyle said. “Thanks for considering my job offer. I hope your high school coaching goes well. Give Diane my love.”

“Do the same from me to Penny,” Garrett said. “Good luck turning the Eagles around.”

Kyle punched a button on his phone to ring his brother, Andy.

“What’s up, bro?” Andy asked when he answered the phone.

“What can you tell me about Kevin Stover?” Kyle asked.

“I played with him for two years at the Rams,” Andy said. “He was a good tight end. He was great working with the younger tight ends and special team players. He’s a good teacher. Are you thinking of him for tight end coach?”

“Maybe,” Kyle said. “What do you think of the idea?”

“I think Kevin would do a good job,” Andy said. “I heard he ended up coaching at Michigan State after he finished playing.”

“Thanks for the info, bro,” Kyle said. “I’ll see you the next Sunday that we do a family dinner.”

“I’ll see you then, Kyle,” Andy confirmed.

The Eagles organization was flooded with coaching applications while Kyle searched to complete his coaching staff. Kyle did look through the resumes, to see if anyone popped out as being special. One resume brought fond memories of his first year with the Broncos. Kellen Brown was an eight-year pro when Kyle joined the Broncos. Kellen had mentored Kyle through the transition from college to pro. Kyle proved himself to be a capable NFL receiver, so the following winter the Broncos cut Kellen. The two lost track of each other after Kellen left Denver.

Kellen Brown worked as a high school coach in Florida for several years before getting a coaching job with Florida International University. He coached there for the past five years. Kyle called him in for an interview, which went well. Kellen Brown was hired to coach receivers.

One of Kyle’s interns tracked down Kevin Stover. He was brought in at the end of the week for an interview. Kyle was so impressed with the man that he was hired on the spot.

February 17, 2031 – Landenberg, PA

Kyle was reading the Philly paper as he ate breakfast. He just about choked on a mouthful of cereal when he spotted the Sports headline “Rashaun Johnson Demands Trade.” Kyle read on. The writer quoted Rashaun as saying the Eagles organization was a joke and just a bunch of losers. He said bringing in a famous former player just for his name was no guarantee the guy could coach. Rashaun demanded to be released or traded to a team with a legitimate chance to win.

Kyle called Coach C and Joshua Jennings, the cornerback coach, into his office when he arrived at NovaCare in the morning. “What can you two tell me about Rashaun Johnson? I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting him yet.”

“Do you want me to go, Coach?” Josh asked, staring at Coach C.

Coach C said, “Go ahead, Josh. I’ve talked with him once but I can’t say I really know him yet.”

“Rashaun is a good cornerback who has manned our left side for the past two seasons,” Josh explained. “We picked him up with a fourth-round pick. He has outplayed his rookie contact, which I know bugs him. He recently switched agents too.”

“Old story,” Kyle said. “Agent #2 wants his client on contract #2, which he gets a percentage from, not on contract #1, where the old agent gets the percentage.”

“You got that part straight,” Josh agreed. “Rashaun is young and brash and thinks he is the best cornerback around. With more discipline and work, he could be an excellent, maybe even a shutdown cornerback.”

“He isn’t someone we just cut or give away to shut him up,” Kyle said.

“Definitely not,” Josh said.

“I agree,” Larry said. “I think this kid could be a keeper. He came out for the draft after two seasons at Florida State. He is young. He won’t be twenty-three until October. I think we cut the kid some slack because of his age and his potential.”

“OK, how do we get him to want to stay here?” Kyle asked. “No offense, Josh, but I doubt you are the answer. You worked with the kid for two years and he just trashed his team. Larry?”

“I could talk to him, if you want,” Coach C said. “I think it might go better from you. You are the one he trashed in the papers today.”

“OK, I will give the guy a call.”

Kyle’s administrative assistant couldn’t get Rashaun Johnson on the phone for almost two days. “Hey, Rashaun, it is Kyle Martin. Thanks for calling in,” Kyle said when he picked up the phone.

“What can I do for you, Coach?” Rashaun asked.

“I just wanted to talk a bit,” Kyle replied. “I heard through the grapevine that you are unhappy with the direction the Eagles are going. I certainly understand being frustrated with us based on the past two seasons. They had to have been difficult.”

“I always had winning seasons in high school and college,” Rashaun said.

“I know the feeling,” Kyle responded. “I’ve had nothing but winning seasons, high school, college, NFL as a player and then NFL as a coach. I have always won. I would love to promise you we will have a winning season this season, but I can’t. This team is in a deep, dark hole and it is going to take us a while to dig our way out of all the troubles our team has. Both Coach Jennings and Coach C agree that you are one of the people we are counting on to help us return to winning.”

“What about my contract?” Rashaun asked. “I’ve played far better than that rookie contract pays me for.”

“I don’t disagree with you,” Kyle said. “The Eagles organization has a habit of signing promising young talent around their third year in the league so we can keep them with our team. You are starting your third year soon, aren’t you?”

“This coming season will be my third,” Rashaun answered.

“I will promise you this,” Kyle said. “I don’t do contract or negotiations. When the front office people come around and ask me and the other coaches who our most promising young guys are, all of us are going to give our honest opinions and name you are one of those promising guys. I expect your contract concerns will be taken care of this season.”

“How is this new defense going to run?” Rashaun asked.

“I am an offensive guy, so I am the wrong guy to ask,” Kyle said. “You’re twenty-two now?”

“Yeah,” Rashaun agreed.

“Do you remember those dominating WFT defenses from five to fifteen years ago- when you were in elementary school, middle school and high school?”

“Yeah, they were awesome,” Rashaun replied.

“Do you know who created that defense?” Kyle asked.

“No.”

“Coach Larry Czarwinwki, Coach C,” Kyle answered.

“I didn’t know that,” Rashaun said.

“I can’t imagine a better place to be a defensive player than here, right now,” Kyle said. “You are going to get to work with the man who built arguably the best NFL defense ever.” Kyle laughed. “The ‘85 Bears might disagree. The Bears also didn’t win as many Super Bowls as Washington did either.”

“OK, Coach,” Rashaun said.

“One more thing,” Kyle said. “My door is always open for you to come in and talk. My phone is available. I will make the same offer for my assistants. If you are worried or confused by something going on, talk with us. Working with your coaches is a much better way to achieve results than talking to a reporter.”

“OK, Coach,” Rashaun. “Thanks for talking about it all.”

February 17, 2031 – Avon Grove High School, West Grove, PA

Penny allowed Danny and Robbie to sleep late Monday morning. Students at the Avon Grove School District were off for President’s Day, though the faculty were reporting to work for an in-service day. David and Jessie loaded up in the family minivan at 7:30 AM (under mumbled teen-aged protests) and headed over to the high school to register. Paperwork to register David and Jessie didn’t take much time. They would stop by the office again tomorrow morning to pick up their class schedules.

“My son was active on the swim team at his old school,” Penny explained to Mrs. Hoffmaier, the secretary helping with registration. “He earned a spot at the district swim meet back in Pittsburgh. Would it be possible for him to talk with the swim coach here to see if it is possible for him to join this team and go to districts here?”

“I know Mr. Bunting has arrived at the building,” Mrs. Hoffmaier said. “I doubt he headed to the cafeteria this early for the first presentation today. I will buzz his room and see if he is available.” Mrs. Hoffmaier disappeared for a minute before returning. “Mr. Bunting is in his room right now and has a few minutes to talk with you and David.”

“David can handle this on his own,” Penny said. “I’ll stay here with Jessie and finish all the paperwork for the transfers.”

Mrs. Hoffmaier gave David directions to the school’s chemistry area. Mr. Bunting taught chemistry. David followed the directions to the classroom. He knocked at the closed door before entering when called.

“You are the new student transferring in?” Mr. Bunting asked.

“David Martin,” David said offering his hand. They shook.

“Anthony Bunting, AP Chemistry, Chemistry and part time swim coach,” Mr. Bunting replied. “Have a seat.” David sat down at the front desk beside Mr. Bunting’s desk. “I understand you were on the swim team at your old school. What school was that?”

“I was on the team for Fox Chapel High School, near Pittsburgh,” David explained. “I want to find out what happens for someone like me who transfers in part way through the season. See, back home ... uh, back in Pittsburgh, I had already made automatic qualifying times for the District 12 meet in all four of my events. If I can swim for your team, does any of that carry over to districts here?”

“First thing, David,” Mr. Bunting said. “Another swimmer is always welcome on the team. It is late in the season and I can’t offer you a slot on any of the relay events, since the relay teams are long since established. I can let you complete in up to three individual events. What events did you do at your last school?”

“200m MR [medley relay], 100m IM, 100m butterfly and 100m breast,” David said.

“I can get you into everything except the 200m medley,” Mr. Bunting said. “Do you have any meet results? I am curious how your times look in your events.”

“My coach from Fox Chapel sent you these,” David said, handing over his meet results from this season. Mr. Bunting took a couple minutes to page through the results. He stopped short when he was halfway down the last page.

“48.02?” Mr. Bunting gasped. “You did a 48.02 in the 100m butterfly?”

“Yes, I did,” David confirmed. “At the meet last Monday with Allderdice.”

Mr. Bunting clicked the computer screen on and did a quick search. “The PIAA AAAA record for the 100m butterfly is 47.05 seconds.” Mr. Bunting did a double take at the computer screen.

“David, are you Kyle Martin’s son?”