I tossed the magazine at him as he pulled is head back, laughing. A quick chat with his catcher and he returned to the mound. I was struck mute for a second, realizing that I couldn’t recall a single thing about it after the fourth inning. Dinner almost ready, my Dad was the first to notice me and smiled as he said “My, my, don’t we look fetching this evening; do you have a date that we haven’t heard about?” I could feel the blush as I replied that, no, I didn’t have a date but that I just felt like dressing nice for a change, eliciting laughter all around and an inscrutable glance from my brother, looking up and holding his inspection just a little longer than a brother might. I thought of the number of giggling conversations I had been part of, friends recounting make out sessions from their weekend dates and I a simple bystander with nothing to contribute.
