She nodded, a smile on her face. “I do. You pay right there.” She paused. “What’s your name?” I gave it to her, and her mouth dropped open. “Oh!” she cried. “You don’t have to pay then. You have tickets that have been waiting for you at each home game for two years! I’ve always been wondering if I’d ever meet the infamous Conleigh Reins.” She quickly did something on the computer, and printed out tickets, before handing them to me. All the while I looked at her with bafflement. “Enjoy your game. Do you know where seat 36A is?”
