Just a SecChapter 16
After practicing for about an hour, Matt called a halt and asked Haley to sit with him at the wrought-iron table on the back patio. They had put the softball gear away, with the three dozen practice balls going back into the basket that Matt had purchased for that purpose. Haley had zipped her bat, infielder’s mitt, along with her shin guards and batting gloves, into her bat bag. Haley frowned once at the last four inches of exposed bat, due to a broken tooth in the zipper track of her bat...