Barbara Svetlick
ASIN: B00J0B7170
Publisher: Amazon Digital Services LLC
Pages: 316
It was the bottom of the ninth with a runner on first and third. The afternoon was warm and the sound of the ice cream truck broke through the silence as Collin stepped up to the plate and turned his cap backwards as he glared out at the pitcher with a cockiness that only a fifteen year old could possess. The bleachers were filled with the neighborhood friends and girlfriends sitting on the edge of their seats then the chortling began in earnest. Mitch looked to first holding Jeremy’s eyes for a spit second as Sam moved away from first in anticipation of Jeremy stealing a base. Jeremy looked at Collin who was standing at the plate with the bat between his knees as he dug in his cleats. The rise of the crowd stamping their feet drowned out the ice cream truck and everyone looked at the scoreboard. Jack stepped back from third and nodded to Mitch. The score was ...