‘Stanton! Turn the game on! Stanton! Where the hell is that kid?’ I push Lea back away from the grill and grab the lighter fluid before she shoots another squirt in. She points out to the lake. Think that she’s pointin’ out the beauty of another Tricker Lake sunset or tryin’ to distract me from the lighter fluid, but after squintin’ into the settin’ sun I see Stanton’s blonde head bob up and shoot up a wave.
‘Good evening, everybody! This is Harry Caray from beautiful Busch Stadium in St. Louis, where the St. Louis Cardinals and the Los Angeles Dodgers start a vital three game series.’ I can hear Stanton faintly from out there, spot-on like a radio that was floatin’ away.
‘About to put the steaks on, Stanton—get back up here and give me a hand gettin’ em on the grill.’
Instead of a ‘yes
