Page 6 of The Cannon
“I’ve been on my own since eighteen. Mostly construction jobs. On the weekends I’d mow lawns and do gardening for people. I’m pretty much a one-man band.”
It’s a matter-of-fact statement, but I see respect in everyone’s eyes. Especially Bristol’s.
“I want to apologize for what I said about you being the golden child,” she says holding my gaze.
The faces turn toward her, wondering why that was said.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m not offended.”
“Atticus and I have ruined Bristol for baseball. She heard too many stories, thinks all players are party boys. Won’t go near one.”
“I don’t need you to speak for me, Brick. I’m a doctor and very capable of expressing myself.”
He chuckles and holds his palms up in surrender.
“What kind of doctor?” I say.
“Pediatrician.”
Oh shit. I was schooling her on her cycle.
“I want to apologize for what I said about your cycle.” My smile accompanies the mea culpa.
“I guess we both made wrong assumptions,” she chuckles.
“This is by far the oddest conversation I’ve ever been part of,” says January.
Don’t think I’ve ever seen so many stymied expressions. Her cycle? Bet they’re wondering if I’m referring to a bicycle or her period. What the hell was said out on the dance floor?
Chapter 2
Bristol
Memphis Bowl is lit and I’m ready to put my lone athletic skill into practice. Bowling is without a doubt the only time I can beat my brothers. Doing anything sports related that is. Well, that and ice skating. But I haven’t skated in years.
When we’re playing Jeopardy or using our intellect we’re on an even playing field. The Swift children aren’t lacking in their competitive gene.Thanks, Dad.
I put the car into park and pop the trunk. It’s still warm at seven at night, and the day’s waning light is beautiful. It casts a purple glow on the cars lining the parking lot.
“Our shoes are in the backseat.”
Kara Tyson is my best friend. Has been since fifth grade when she punched that little shit Robert Hartman in the nose for looking up her skirt. I liked her for making a boy cry.
“I appreciate the shoe loan, but it’s not going to make up for my gutter balls. I’m a complete spaz in the alley. Who’s going to want me on their team?”
“Every man playing.”
Kara’s looks have drawn the boys to the yard since junior high.
“Don’t worry. I’ve already signed you up with one of the single teams. I’ve got you covered, girlfriend.”
“Will we be next to your lane?”
“You’ll forget all about me. There’s going to be cute guys and alcohol.”
Grabbing our equipment, we start for the wide entry. I spot January, my pregnant sister-in-law, walking in beside Charlotte and her daughter Mallory. My happiness for Brick’s impending parenthood and the family’s first grandchild is real. Even though I’ll never know the experience of giving birth myself.
“Aren’t people going to go crazy asking for autographs when they see the players?” Kara says.
