CYNTHIA’s P O V

‘‘I knew it!’’ I shut my eyes, leaning my back against my seat. When I opened my eyes again, I sighed. ‘‘I know nothing about football…’’

‘‘You don’t have to…’’ Alex stated. ‘‘We’re going to read the journey, not how to play football…’’

I squinted. ‘‘But that would be boring…’’

‘‘Of course, for you…’’ he smiled. ‘‘All well then… What about a successful businessman?’’

‘‘Sure! That would be great!” I leaped in excitement.

Alex got up from his seat and scanned the biography book inside the shelf, and as I watched him, I noticed that his shoulders straightened as if a book already caught his attention....