“Molly stood up. You made an error! She felt like saying. A bad throw. So what? It's a baseball game. A game. Who really cares? A bad throw? In the great scheme of things? A bad throw? Of course she… — Mick Cochrane Copy Share Image
“It was her street, her neighborhood, her life. She knew that someday in the future it would not be hers anymore. But she would… — Mick Cochrane Copy Share Image
“The most important stuff, what was closest to the bone, was just what you never talked about. There were no words for it...The trivial… — Mick Cochrane Copy Share Image
“Molly wondered if these boys really loved baseball, the sound and smell of it, the rhythm of it, the leather and wood, the grass… — Mick Cochrane Copy Share Image
“Molly stood up. You made an error! She felt like saying. A bad throw. So what? It's a baseball game. A game. Who really… — Mick Cochrane Copy Share Image
