Sweet-tired and sweet-sweaty, just cold enough after the game to talk pleasantly, she asked to climb on my back.  I said yes of course.  She said she was heavy, but it was a lie.  She could only say negative things about herself—it was almost boasting—and that gave me space to compliment and tease her at once.  She got up on my shoulders and we walked around while the others stood up from the grass looking for their wallets and keys.  The sun was poking around the trees and buildings and as I turned I got a full side of it, red like it can only get in that awful climate.  I felt her hair on my neck and laughed as we had nowhere to go and there was nothing else I could do.