“I’d love to, then.” She tilted her head toward Ash. “And I guess if anybody has a problem with it, I know a good lawyer to bail me out.”
“Hell, most of the time we need a good lawyer to bail Ash out of trouble. That’s why he’s not allowed to play in the league anymore.”
“Hey,” Ashley protested. “That bastard was out.”
“That’s your story and you’re sticking to it,” Louisa agreed. “It’s a shame too, because he really was the best outfielder we had.”
Ashley narrowed his eyes. “I should have been playing shortstop.”
“Honey,” Louisa said with an affectionate pat on the arm, “I may be coaching a ragtag team of flabby lawyers, but I still play to win.” She turned to Jenny. “Practices are informal affairs where more beers get hit than balls. Thursday and Saturday nights, at the park on Vine.
