BY MEG GRUBEN
“Autumn was her happiest season.
There was an expectancy about its sounds and shapes: the distant thunk pomp of leather and young bodies on the practice field near her house made her think of bands and cold Coca-Colas, parched peanuts, and the sight of people's breath in the air. There was even something to look forward to when school started - renewals of old feuds and friendships, we…