hand and
using effort not to wince as she overdid the firmness on her
end. “Nice to meet you. You’ve got a really nice kid there.” I
nodded in Brittany’s direction.
“ank you. I was just wondering if there was
anything my daughter should be doing at home to help her
with her batting skills.”
It was difficult, but I managed to keep my face neutral.
At least I hoped I did. “I think she’ll get the hang of it
during practice. is was only the first day and sometimes
it takes a little while. No need to worry, there’s plenty of
time. She’ll be fine.” What I wanted to say was, Are you
serious? She’s five, for Christ’s sake. Give the kid a break.
Marjorie Sullivan didn’t look all that impressed with
my answer and I suspected I’d just dropped a couple
notches on her list of esteemed teachers and coaches.
“Well, maybe I’ll have my husband work with her anyway.”
I nodded, not that it mattered because she was
walking away. I followed her with my eyes, still just this
side of a little freaked by the amount of pressure she put
on her kindergartner. Before I pulled my gaze back to my
own world, I noticed Max and his mom. She was finally off
the phone and as she handed him a water bottle, she
looked at me. And totally sized me up. She was a good
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twenty feet from me, but her eyes crawled up my body so
intentionally I could almost feel them. I didn’t normally
mind when somebody checked me out. Hell, it was
flattering most of the time. But this just felt…a little dirty.
She wasn’t unattractive, but the way she leered at me made
her less good-looking than I might have originally
thought.
Okay, so Max’s mommy might be family. I wonder if
Max’s daddy knows that.
I filed it away, along with the fact that though she
couldn’t be bothered to come and introduce herself, she
apparently had no qualms about undressing me with her
eyes right there on the baseball field with her son standing
next to her. Shaking my head, I forced myself to look away
and continue cleaning up. When I finally ventured another
peek, the Lexus was pulling away.
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“So? How’d it go?” Maddie’s voice wasn’t quite as
exuberant as usual, which I blamed on pain medication.
Much as I wanted to give her a hard time, I suspected she
was feeling crappy enough on her own without me adding
to her misery.
“Not bad at all. It was interesting, that’s for sure. And
different.” I mixed some tuna in with Steve’s dry food as I
spoke into the phone. He did a little tap dance on the
kitchen floor at my feet, giddy with anticipation. “You
didn’t tell me some parents might stay and watch.”
“Ooo, did I leave that part out?”
“Conveniently, yes.”
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“Sorry about that. It doesn’t happen often. Usually
they just want to dump their kids and come back later.
Anybody give you any problems?”
e way she said it made me think she’d had some in
the past and a feeling of dread sat in my belly like a peach
pit. “Not today. ough there was one mom who was a bit
overzealous in her cheering. I mean, it was practice, for
God’s sake.”
“Yeah, you’ll get that.” Maddie sighed and I could hear
her grunt as she shifted positions. “Some aren’t involved
enough and some are so over-involved you’re afraid you
might bump into them, they’re so close.” She seemed to
hesitate a little bit and then said, “Um, did anybody ask
about your marital status?”
“My what?”
“It’s just…I tend to keep my sexual orientation under
my hat.” I groaned and she went on. “I know, I know. I
don’t like it either, and I know how you hate feeling
closeted, but it’s just better that way. Trust me, there will
always be somebody who thinks a homosexual teaching
their kid is a gigantic no-no, and they’ll be sure to make a
big stink out of it.”
I hoped my silence told her how much I hated this
little