Practice Makes Perfect (When in Rome, #2)

by Sarah Adams

A conversation Amelia is having with the woman in front of her suddenly grabs my attention. “I’ve never seen you at these games before. Who did you say you were here to see play?” says the woman decked out in Little Grizzlies gear. “Never seen us, huh? Strange. We’re here every weekend to cheer on little Tommy.” “Timmy,” Will corrects. “Right. Little Timmy. Poor thing never was very good at baseball, but I tell him to keep on trying, just like his aunt!” “Uncle,” Will says. “Uncle, right. Oh look, there he is getting up to bat!” Amelia stands up, her jeans (that is, Noah’s jeans) swallowing her whole, and yells, “Go, Timmy!” “That’s my son…Matthew,” says the woman. Amelia pretends to squint heavily. “Well shit. That’s what I get for leaving my glasses in the car. Brother, can you see Timmy?” “No, brother, I cannot,” Will says deadpan, and I want to push them both off the back of these stands.

I am dying lol