"A couple weeks? It took almost two years!" Ronde grinned. "That's what you know!"
"Well, if two guys row all day ..."
"It wasn't just two," Ronde answered. "No way." He pointed to his book. "It took almost forty to get there. A whole bunch."
The twins' mother popped her head into the room. "Surprise," she whispered. "Someone's here to talk with you."
Jason took the snap. He faked a pass to the left and wheeled around. He shoveled the football back to Tiki, who veered outside the onrushing end. Tiki threaded his way downfield, behind his brother, but three defensive backs were closing in.
Then something strange happened. Ronde seemed to miss his block and slide sideways past the defenders. The three tacklers, sure of themselves now, headed for Tiki. It seemed like it was all over ...
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