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Show Car Baseball Butch and Fenn Stories 68 answers, goes down the hall into Karen's room, pounds her once, and slips out the hole in the house. He dives out head first, squirms to his feet, jumps on his waiting bike, which has two different wheels, one the size of a hubcap, the other actually a regular tire, and he careens that bronco-bucking mechanism down to my house. Butch grins; he's already thought of his challenge in Initials. "M.M." He unfurls his bag and flops down. "Go ahead: M.M." "Ice cream," Fenn says. "Mickey Mantle." "Don't be stupid." "Mickey Mouse." "Marilyn Monroe." "Now, we hope that you guys will dig just a bit deeper." He turns on his back and calls "Dubbs!" pointing at Venus who has just now broken through. "Four nights in a row!" Butch slaps his own hands. "Hit it, you guys." His grin is wicked now and he tosses a pointed finger at the swings. Fenn shakes his head. I don't understand him all of the time; he has difficulty believing that he regularly gets beaten in a game which requires good vision. I guess you call it a good attitude. But, Butch has won so we strip down to our shorts and race around the swings and back. Fenn does a broad hook slide into his sleeping bag, crying "Heeeee's Saaffffffe!" "I don't think Venus should count," I say to Butch. |