Still grinning he said, “I ain’t say nothin’.”
“You were thinking it.” Odette smiled as he kissed her cheek.
Kreon focused on a frustrated Marquise. In doing so, he envisioned him swinging the stick over and over again. His eyebrows rose and his eyes bugged when he realized the flaw in the boy’s swinging of his homemade baseball bat. Everything clicked like the trigger of a gun to him, and he knew right then what the youngster should do.
Hoots and hollers of the children filled the air once again, as Marquise readied himself for Felipe’s hood famous fastball. A sinister smile spread across the Mexican youth’s face, showcasing his top row of shiny, silver teeth. The sunlight hit his grill and a small rainbow deflected off it.
Kreon cupped his hands around his mouth. “Don’t swing it for
