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- Authors: Maria Luis
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Handling balls isn’t for everyone.
But here I am, playing with the decades-old football that the Golden
Fleece keeps around for whenever a Levi enters the pub.
Growing up, I always pretended the honor was bestowed upon us because
someone in my family did the world a good deed. You know, something
inspiring, like curing a rare disease or establishing a school for god-knowswhat or proving, once and for all, that aliens exist and Earth isn’t the sole
survivable planet. I don’t know, something monumental, something that
carries weight and importance—something more than the truth.
And the truth is, us Levis are notoriously notable for only one thing:
The town of London loves us for it. Loves me for it, even though I have
two strikes against me. My lack of penis being the first, and my status as a
“traitor” trailing behind in a close second place. The minute I eloped with
Rick, the general manager for the Pittsburgh Steelers, heads started to roll.
My mother’s included.
No New Englander betrays the beloved Patriots like I did and lives to tell
Luckily for me, Londoners are the sort to forgive, if not forget, a fact I’ve
never been more grateful for than when Shawn, the pub’s long-time
bartender, flips over a fresh pint glass, fills it to the brim with Guinness, and
plunks it down in front of me with a we-knew-you’d-come-crawling-back-atsome-point gleam in his dark eyes.
Out loud, though?
No questions asked.
No snide remarks about how my ring finger is surprisingly bare since we
last crossed paths or that I’m already straddling the thin line between soberand-boring and drunk-and-dancing-on-pool-tables.
It’s probably for the best that the Golden Fleece isn’t a pool table kinda
place. It’s the oldest pub in town, built sometime just before the turn of the
twentieth century, and the only technology in here is wired to the cash
registers, the jukebox blasting Aerosmith like the 90s have risen from the
dead, and a massive TV hoisted behind the bar. The bathrooms are hooked up
to electricity, too, but that’s to be expected. The rest of the place is a waltz
back in time, complete with tapered candles, which sit dead-center on every
table, and equally fancy sconces decorating the walls.
I’ve missed the quirkiness of the place.
I sigh into my Guinness. Fifteen years is a heck of a long time to be away.
Catching my eye, Shawn drops his hands to the bar, a damp rag slung
over one shoulder. “Never thought I’d see the day when Aspen Levi walked
back on in here.”
Might not look like it, I want to boast, but I’m in celebration mode.
Celebrating my return to the motherland, as well as my new teaching job
at London High. History isn’t my passion—not like football. Which is why
I’m even more thrilled to take over as the new head coach for the Wildcats.
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