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Show Car Baseball Butch and Fenn Stories 52 "I don't care," Fenn says. "We could finish the game later. We never finish any game." "Yeah," Butch says, standing up. "We gotta go over." Since we are still sitting there, he adds: "Don't you think?" I stand up and hand the ball to Butch. "Yeah," I say. "I guess." Fenn stands up. Butch tosses the black tennis ball over to where Tiny lies in his ditch playing dead, so we'll know where to find it later. Going to the rock fight, I feel sick. My stomach feels very heavy, pounds and pounds. We walk ten feet apart: Butch then me then Fenn. It's as if we were being dragged by a chain. We don't talk all the way past the pharmacy and Butch finally stops and points out: "Better get some rocks." We kneel in the gravel and fill our pockets with walnut size rocks. "What do they do?" I say. "Like is there a charge and then they charge back, or what?" "I don't know." "Why do they have a rock fight?" Fenn says. 5 Parley is leaning on Lopez's fence, talking to Lannie and Cling. "Three guys," I whisper to Butch. "They've got three guys?" |