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The stadium is a little run down, a little drab for his tastes. Common. And Victor tells Madison that when she shows it to him, the kids a half-day travel back in case this second scouting mission goes south. She grins up at him though, a knowing twinkle in her eye, and she says, “we’ll make it something.”
Victor believes her because she turns out right. They do make it something, with the help of people they run into along the way. This could be their home in an uncertain future.
It could but nothing ever lasts. He should know.