He was playing catch with me, showing all of us just how good he was and telling one of us - me - that he was watching. I know what you did, and I can do it, too. Better. I suppose that should have worried me a little. It didn’t. It made me feel almost giddy, like a high-school girl watching as the captain of the football team worked up his nerve to ask for a date. You mean me? Little old me? Oh my stars, really? Pardon me while I flutter my eyelashes.
