"Sorry..." I told Noah. Somehow I felt guilty that I got some interest from coaches, but Noah didn't. It wasn't fair. Noah worked hard and was a great player overall.
Noah was taken aback. "What are you sorry for? For being a great hitter? Don't be!" He laughed, looking a little bit better. "Only you would feel sorry for doing well. It's a good thing that colleges are already interested in you! If you say sorry, then that actually makes me feel worse."
"Sorry." I said again.
Noah started to wag his finger at me. "Don't keep saying 'sorry' all the time. This is life. Sure, I'm upset, but it isn't your fault. Hitting isn't my strong suit, but it's what coaches look at first. I'll just work extra hard this summer to change that."
I nodded this time, not saying anything.
"Really, Jake, I'm not mad at you. In fact, I'm happy for you. Once you're officially adopted, we'll probably get tons of mail for you just like Zeke. It'd be even cooler if you got more than he did."
