Cornwall won 3–1. Viola scored the final goal—a header, which she later admitted to Duke was “completely illegal in girls’ soccer, but I’m playing boys’ rules tonight.”
Viola tossed him a tennis racket. “Dad always wanted someone to play doubles.” she's the man 2006
Monica stopped mid-sprint. “Viola?”
She peeled off the fake sideburns. They came away with a wet tear of spirit gum. “There is no Sebastian,” she said, loud enough for the bleachers to hear. “There’s only me. Viola. And I’m better than half your starting lineup. Ask your goalie.” Cornwall won 3–1
After the game, muddy and euphoric, she found Olivia waiting by the lockers. “I knew in week two,” Olivia said. “Your eyebrows are too expressive. But I figured if you could fake being a boy and still be kinder than the real ones, the world needed you on the field.” “Viola
He sat down on the floor. “So what do I do now?”