EpilogueOn a hot day in July in New York, Nat Owen was sweating more than usual. To say he was distracted would be the understatement of the year. He had made his first error in a month, In fact he had made two. Cal had yelled at him.
“Come on, asshole, we’d better get you outta here before Cal chews your balls off,” Bobby said, hustling Nat to the parking lot. The first baseman was still tying his tie, when his teammate slammed the car door. “Drive! Carefully!”
Nat swallowed and put the vehicle in gear. It didn’t take long to get to Freddie’s. Nicki was there already, and the rest of the team, too. Two pitchers of Coke graced the table. The men and their women munched burgers and salads. When Nat entered, everyone quieted down. He felt the stares of a dozen pairs of eyes.
He gulped dow
