Searching For Candlestick Park (1999) - Plot & Excerpts
It felt wonderful to sleep on a mattress, with a pillow under my head. I didn’t hear a thing until eight o’clock the next morning. I found Hank in the kitchen frying hash-brown potatoes while Foxey rolled around biting his piece of string. “You want to stick around a couple of days?” Hank asked. “Learn how to whittle?” I was tempted. I could picture Foxey and me settling in with Hank, but I knew if I wanted to get to Candlestick Park before the baseball season ended, I couldn’t dawdle about. After breakfast, Hank fixed some sandwiches for my backpack. I laid them carefully on top of the boxes of cat food. Foxey was not at all happy about getting in his box but I told him there are some things in life you have to do whether you like it or not. Hank watched as Foxey growled and struggled to get out of the box. “Last night, you said Foxey has a good home. I’m not so sure Foxey would agree.” I looked at Hank. Foxey took advantage of my inattention and leaped out of the box.
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