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Show Remember? 74 Remember Jerry Howard's face when we did i t to him? She hugged her sides that began to hurt with the laughter. As the echoing surrounded her, bouncing from rock to rock, her face twisted into hysterics. Mark stepped in close and wiped her cheeks with both sides of his hands. You going to be all right? She pulled the red bandana from her hair, unknotted i t and wiped her eyes. Let's not go back, he said. I t ' s been so long since we really had any time together, not since we used to listen to Vin Sculley announce the LA Dodger games on KOAR. She blew her nose. Remember how the wind whipped around the corners of that old ranch house and how we'd turn up the radio real loud, s i t on the edge of my bed and squeeze our hands together hoping that Junior Gilliam or Duke Snider would get a hit? And how you said they needed us to cross our fingers and hold our breath? Come on, she insisted, stuffing her used bandana into the pocket of her cut-off Levis. We'd better go. What was Don's last name, the pitcher? I can't remember. Hodges, LeFevre, I don't know. How could we forget? It was so important. Anne stared across the canyon into the darkness. She re-tied her boots, pulled up her socks, and adjusted the shoulder straps on her pack. Where's your flashlight? I t ' s in the lower l e f t pouch. Do you want to get i t out for us? |