At the ballpark, Katie's group was on the field isolated into three gatherings. One doing runs, another batting practice and the last gathering, which Katie was in, getting fly balls, a portion of the time. Robert watched from outside the steel wall.

The days he had spent assisting Katie with getting better at softball were uncovering. He had been observing every one of the young girls cautiously. Not that he was into twelve and thirteen-year-old young girls, yet it was hard not to see the distinction the year made. They were finishing up at this point. Most were just more informed, unlike the guys who seemed guileless about their control...