Chapter 20“I WISH TODAY were over,” said Ashley. “I was just grilled about ship bombings.” Fritz agreed. His first period had been the same. By the end of the day, Fritz had accomplished almost nothing in any class. Liz Chambers met him at his door, and they walked together to the auditorium. Their route was clogged with students. A group of men in ties waited with Mark Witcannon.
“My friends here are from the Chamber of Commerce. They've come to see what I've been talking about.”
“Glad you're all able to take the time,” said Fritz. “This is Liz Chambers, head of our history department. She'll be the pitcher for today's games.”
“We better go get our seats before you have another sell-out,” said Mark. “See you later.”
The first game pitted Jim Wayne's “Pistols” against Bob Fortune's “Ou
