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Show Why We Cry Butch and Fenn Stories 118 buy at the fair. "And what a hat." He snugs it back on Fenn, good and crooked. "Yeah, he's got the hat now, but he's scared." "Scared?" I say. "You're scared?" Fenn's head is starting to nod up and down, up and down in a rapid movement which he is using to fight the tears. "Well, there's nothing to be scared about now, All Star." Butch says. "We're fixing everything." Butch takes the drill back from me. "When is practice?" "Right away." "Great. Well, look: will you try something?" "Sure." Fenn sounds relieved. Butch can do that to you. "Wear these." Butch snags the goggles out of his back pocket. They look like a real gross lucky charm. "They're baseball glasses. You'll need them on the All Stars. In right field, and at the plate. Okay?" "Okay." We all climb outside and Fenn snaps the goggles onto his "face. He looks like a lost frogman. In the daylight, the All Star Cap really comes to life. "What's that?" he says. He's pointing at the television aerial on Quail's sheds which has been there five years. Fenn's head swivels in wonder at all the new sights. "Geez," he says. "These really work!" Butch takes him by the shoulders. "And Fenn. We're fixing your bat, okay? It will be ready for the game tomorrow." |
