Granted, one was a foul, but the other two were solid. The first had been a low-sailing fly ball that landed between the players in left field. The second, a line drive, knocked the pitcher flat and pissed off the other team. She felt bad about that, but not bad enough to forfeit her base. She suffered through their jeers at first base. Three more hitters and it would be her turn at bat again. She didn’t expect that to happen this inning. The pitcher was all kinds of fired up after being embarrassed earlier. She hadn’t given up a hit since Luna caught her off guard. Perez sat next to her on the bench, Gatorade in one hand, unopened pack of Marlboros in the other. She nudged Luna with her shoulder and dropped the cigarettes into her gym bag. “You never did say why you came today.” It was a legitimate, if obtuse, question. Luna hadn’t made it to a game in weeks. “Quite the coincidence that Angie’s here, too.” Perez gestured to the bleachers behind theirs. Coincidence, my ass.
