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Show Car Baseball Butch and Fenn Stories 55 What really makes me ache is the way Parley lifts his chin and smiles at Chambers before he turns and walks slowly across the field and back across the road to us. "Yeah?" Lannie asks. Parley smiles. "It's just Chambers and some assholes from Riverside." "Yeah?" "They'll stay in the field. We'll stay on the road. That's it." Lannie salutes Parley with a jagged piece of quartzite. "How many guys they got?" Butch asks Parley- "A few." Chambers disappears and then dances out of the alley ahead of the pack of at least a dozen kids. I can't count I'm so sick. They spread and mill about the field. "Let's go," Parley says. "Throw some rocks." I can't move. I've never been in a fight. I've never even heard of a rock fight. Butch and Fenn stand and move up onto the old road where Cling and Lannie hunker like apes, their hands dangle full of rocks, waiting for the signal. I hear Fenn say to Butch, "Okay, okay: no problem. I can see them. I can see where they are." Behind me a block and a half is my own home. I could be sitting in the old swing set dragging my shoes in the dirt. I should really spend more time at home.- My feet haven't moved, |
