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talked with the girls, and Michael glanced at Vickie Marsh. He wasn’t surprised to see that she
     was standing there all alone. The girls who had been with her had left her stranded while they went to meet their heroes.
     But her eyes were on somebody, and Michael saw that she was looking at Tom.
    Then, as Tom was coming toward Michael, Tom glanced in her direction, and a faint smile came over his lips.
    “Hi, Vickie,” he greeted her.
    “Hi, Tom,” she said.
    Then she looked at Michael and their eyes met squarely. “Hi, Michael!” she exclaimed. “How are you?”
    “Fine, thanks,” he said.
    She came toward them. A soft breeze blew a strand of her hair across her face and she pushed it back. “Who are you playing
     on Saturday?” she asked Tom.
    He thought a moment, then glanced at Michael. It was obvious he couldn’t remember, and Michael wondered if Vickie’s presence
     fogged up his memory.
    “I think the Moths,” said Tom, unsure.
    “The Scorpions,” Michael corrected him, and grinned. “We play the Moths the Saturday after.”
    “Oh, that’s right.” Tom blushed. Just then he seemed to have discovered a smudge of dirt on his helmet and started to rub
     it off.
    “The Scorpions?” Vickie echoed. “Wow! Are they good?”
    Tom shrugged. “I don’t know. We’ll find out when we play them.”
    He stopped rubbing at the smudge, looked up and beyond her. “Your friends are waiting for you,” he said.
    She turned and looked behind her. “They’re not my friends,” she said abruptly. “Well, not all of them.” She swung her head
     back to let the wind blow the hair away from her face. “I’d better go, though. See you around.”
    “Okay,” said Tom.
    She turned and ran off, her hair flaring out like the wings of a butterfly.
    “I think she has a crush on you, brother,” Michael said, as they started off the field.
    “You’re crazy,” said Tom.
    “And I bet you like her, too.”
    “What makes you think that?”
    “You forgot who we play this Saturday, that’s what. And I know your memory isn’t that bad.”
    Tom laughed. “Yeah. Guess that was stupid, wasn’t it?”
    They reached the gate and got on the sidewalk.
    “Did you concentrate on what I was doing?” Tom asked, changing the subject. “Because I was concentrating, almost every minute.”
    “I did. But nothing happened. Maybe we’re just not concentrating and wishing hard enough.”
    “And maybe it’s a lot of baloney,” said Tom. He sounded defeated. “Maybe it’s just impossible to do what we’re thinking of
     doing.”
    Michael looked at him. His eyes were narrowed and intensely serious.
    “But you heard Ollie, Tom. He said it is possible. And I think it is, too. We both have to concentrate very, very hard on
     it. You do want to do it, don’t you? You’re not changing your mind?”
    “Of course I want to do it. If it’s possible, I want to do it very much. It would be the greatest thing in the world that
     has ever happened to me.”
    “And it will happen, because I’m sure we can do it, Tom.” Mike’s eyes gleamed with confidence. “We’ve just got to concentrate
     and wish on it with all our might, that’s all.”

5
    T he Eagles practiced every night of the week except on Friday, and each night Vickie Marsh was present at the field, too.
    On Thursday she was there with just one girl, whom she introduced to Michael and Tom as her friend Carol Patterson. Carol,
     dark-haired and not quite as skinny as Vickie, hardly said a word all the time they were together. She had been too busy eating
     a Popsicle.
    “Man, that Carol is some creep,” said Michael, on their way home Thursday evening. “Can’t she talk?”
    “She said ‘Hello,’” replied Tom.
    “I know. But that’s all she said.”
    “Maybe it’s a good thing,” Tom said. “How would you have liked it if she had kept jabbering every minute?”
    “It would have driven me up a wall.”
    “Right.”
    The game on Saturday started