Worlds Oldest RookieChapter 11 Its the Real Thing
It was after three in the morning when I finally unlocked the door to my ratty little apartment and stepped inside. I was weary from the long road trip, that night's long night game, the long flight back to Baltimore, and the long commute into town from the airport. I considered just dropping off to sleep in the guest bedroom and not waking Maria until morning. Or maybe she had never actually made it over. Maybe my bed was just waiting for the Lone Ranger, as usual. But, no. The kitchen...