My eyes drift over to where a woman is walking in…is that a hind-catcher’s mask? It looks like she’s about to cop a squat behind a batter to catch the strikes. Even I find it weird. “Who’s that?” I ask while pointing obviously, not even looking to see who’s beside me. “That’s Benson’s mother,” Penny says, and I turn to face her, my eyebrow arching. “Lilah may have forever scarred her, so she’s…prepared now. Benson warned her there’d be paintballs.”
