"Yes'm," the boy said. "With the doctor advising me—"
"Never mind the doctor," said the widow through clenched teeth. "That will come later. Anything else, Coach?"
Coach Williams pondered a moment. "No," he said, "that's about it, I guess."
The widow smiled, took her son by the arm and walked to the door.
"Oh," exclaimed Coach Williams, "one other thing. On the subject of publicity."
The widow turned. "Yes?"
"Forgot to mention," said Coach Williams, " SPORTS ILLUSTRATED is sending a man here to take pictures next week."
The widow's eyes widened. She grasped the door knob for support. She stared at her son, the doctor-to-be. She looked at Coach Williams incredulously.
"Ma'am," smiled Coach Williams, "I kid you not."