Our team made too many errors, the big one being Cora Munsen’s dropping of a fly ball with two on base. The way she looked at me afterward gave me the feeling she had done it on purpose just so I wouldn’t look good. Coach Grossbard might have thought so, too. Afterward, in the locker room, she kept asking Cora why she dropped it. “The sun wasn’t in your eyes. You were in good position. What happened, Cora?” “I don’t know,” Cora said, eyes down. “Well, I don’t understand. Anyone could have caught that ball,” the coach insisted. Cora was silent. “Maybe she was too anxious,” I said. “That’s happened to me. I think about throwing the ball before I catch it.” It really didn’t happen to me, but I’d seen it happen enough times to other girls. Cora looked up quickly. “Yes,” she said, grateful for the suggestion. “I think that was it.” The coach still looked suspicious. “Let’s be sure it doesn’t happen against Westgate next Saturday. We’ve never come close to beating them, and they shut us out the last three times,”
