“Michelle, you’re pitching next inning,” said the softball coach. “Go warm up.”
Michelle put on her glove and stepped behind the dugout.
“I can catch for her,” offered Lisa’s dad.
“Thanks, Jerry,” said Coach. “Gloves are by the bench.”
“Nah, won’t need one. She’s just fifth grade.” Jerry hitched up his belt. He strode behind the dugout and squatted about 35 feet from the little pitcher. The ball was bigger than her hand.
Two pitches later, Jerry reached for a glove with crimson hands. He resumed his squat.
Michelle struck out the side. Jerry held two ice-cold sodas while he watched.