“Betsy lost her peach.” I can’t resist. “That’s the pits.” She blinks at me. For a moment, she doesn’t say a word, and I picture a plane crashing and burning… Until I see the twinkle in her eye. Her lips press together, and she holds out her hand. “She’s a little fuzzy on the details.” My lips tighten, and I hold out the tennis ball. “She seemed speachless.” “She needs to practice what I peach.”
