“Get yourself some homeruns before you forget how to score.” “Get back into the game? Were you on a team?” Michael asked, missing Ridley’s jab. “When I was in grade school I played softball,” I replied, giving Ridley a warning look. “So, you lost interest?” Michael asked. “Not really. I just stopped playing,” I said. “You have a habit of doing that,” said Ridley with a glint in her eye. “I bet Damian Stryker knows his way around the field and plays a mean game of baseball.” I groaned. “Would you please stop?” “At least check out the size of his bat,” she said.
