Claire Louise March
Claire let out a light laugh at his comment. She stole a few looks at the other people, dressed to the nines, and imagined them playing football. she could picture the female guests hiking their dresses up in order to squat and wait for the whistle. She looked towards a strapping young man and labeled him as a wuarterback who made the calls. She assumed the boy and herself would be the referees and the waiters would serve as the chain gang. Claire glanced back up at the boy. "Im Claire," she introduced herself.

































