The math wasn’t going to work.
It was 10 years ago, in March 2012. Suzi’s father and I picked her up at the train station, from where we were going to the University of Rhode Island to see the UConn women play an NCAA Tournament game.
But the math wasn’t going to work. We were going to get there late — maybe five minutes late, maybe 15 minutes late — but we were going to get there late.
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