biology and English. Now, I understandMr. Hammond insists on writing little notes on everybodyâs paper. I donât mind waiting for that, because itâll be nice to get a bunch of good comments in red ink for a change.
But Ms. Keller is just plain lazy. Sheâs sitting on her ass letting my muscle test gather dust. She gets off work at three thirty, for cripeâs sake! She could have given me my A the same day I took the test.
With all the waiting Iâve had to do lately, I spend as much time outside as I can. For one thing, I eat lunch outside a lot at school. The weatherâs been nice, and even just being out there in the sun and wind clears my brain. Any worries I have get vacuumed right out.
Today Eric, Patrick, Stu, and I are sitting near the top of the bleachers. The guys are eating sandwiches from Carshonâs. Iâve already finished mine. Iâm stretched out across three rows, my equipment bag on the footboard under me while I wait for the guys to be done so we can hit a few balls, or toss a few back and forth, or whatever.
I love days like thisâout-the-classroom-window kind of days. The sun is out, but itâs fall so itâs not too hot, and the breeze feels like itâs going to lift you off the bleachers, just pick you up and float you away.
The other guys are eating really slow, and Ericâs going on about his grandma, or maybe itâs his sister, Iâm not really sure. Itâs always whoeverâs fucking up his familythe most at the moment. Whatever. If Iâm not worried about my worries, Iâm sure not worried about Ericâs.
âEither my parentsâve got to give up their room,â Ericâs saying, âor theyâre going to have to build a bathroom next to the family room and put in doors and everything.â
I only halfway listen. Iâm noticing that the old backstop way back by the farthest fence is completely gone now. It was mostly gone beforeâthere were just a couple of steel posts sticking out of the ground. But now thereâs not even that. Now nobody would even know that used to be a field.
Too bad; thatâs where my coach called practices when I was a little kid, on my first team. Thatâs where I learned that there are places where nobody cares if you can sound out words or not.
âI donât see why they canât put her in Christineâs room.â Eric takes another bite of his sandwich. âI mean, Grandma could make it up the stairs if she really tried,â he adds with his mouth full. âAnd we could take her meals up to her. That way sheâd be guaranteed a visitor at least three times a day. And why would she ever have to come back down? Itâs not like sheâs got a life.â
Patrick and I nod agreement, although I havenât really been listening and Iâm sure Patrick hasnât either. Stu opens his mouth to say something, but then he shuts itreal quick, because here comes Max Gutterson, the senior, walking around the corner of the refreshment stand. Max is carrying an equipment bag. Only the bagâs moving, and itâs making these ungodly yowling sounds.
Thereâs a cat in there.
We all stare at the bag. Ericâs been talking nonstop since we sat down out hereâbut looking at that bag, he doesnât have much to say all of a sudden.
âThat the cat thatâs been hanging around all the time?â I ask Gutterson. Because I heard some of the cheerleader girls saying how theyâve been feeding this cute kitty that lives under the concession stand. Iâve also heard some of the guys complain how some stray catâs been shitting in the dirt around home plate.
âRight now it is,â says Gutterson.
The bag twists and quivers and yowls. You got to wonder how it can breathe in there.
âWeâve all cleaned crap out of our cleats for the last time,â Gutterson adds. âGimme a bat, Trammel.â He
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