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keeled over. Hurry!”
The woman’s eyes went wide and her mouth became an O. She took off, running with her high heels clacking along the floor. Josh took Benji’s arm, stepped over the rope, and tugged him along.
“Man, Josh,” Benji said in an urgent whisper. “This is great .”
“His face turned purple ?” Josh said. “Jeez, Benji.”
“You know I got a flair for the dramatic,” Benji said. “Did you see her take off?”
“Come on,” Josh said, “let’s get out of here before she figures it out.”
They rounded a corner and heard someone talking over a loudspeaker in a large hall, then a flurry of applause. They hurried past the crowd that stood watching the people up on a small stage at the end of the large space and soon lost their way in a deeper maze of empty passageways, displays, and small rooms. They walked quietly in the stillness and spoke in hushed voices so they could listen for the coming footsteps of the lady by the rope—just in case she decided to pursue them—or maybe something worse, like security guards.
“Man,” Benji said after a while in a regular voice, “where’s the Babe?”
“I think we just passed this way,” Josh said, keeping his voice down. “There’s Ty Cobb’s cleats again.”
“Yeah, imagine those things coming at you full speed,” Benji said, loudly now. “They’d punch a hole in your lung if he hit you right. But we gotta find the Babe .”
“Well, keep it down. We can’t ask anyone now. That’s for sure. Come on,” Josh said, checking his watch and doing his best to enjoy the sights and ignore the feeling of dread that crept into his bones whenever he did something he knew he shouldn’t really be doing.
They wandered some more and ended up right back at Ty Cobb’s cleats.
“You got to be kidding me,” Benji said, stamping around a couple more bends too quickly to look at anything before they stopped again.
That’s when they heard someone coming.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
JOSH DUCKED BETWEEN A large glass display on the evolution of the catcher’s mitt and the brick wall behind it, crouching low beside the wooden base and worming his way deeper in to make room for Benji, whose eyes had grown as large as grapefruits.
The voices kept coming. Benji gripped Josh’s arm and froze.
“What are they gonna do to us, right?” Josh whispered hopefully into Benji’s ear.
Benji’s grip tightened and he said, “Arrest us, that’s what.”
“For what ?” Josh asked, his heart chilled.
“I don’t know,” Benji said with a quavering voice. “Trespassing or criminal mischief or something. Shh.”
Josh held still and listened and soon realized that the one voice belonged to a boy no older than them.
“So this is it,” the boy said, his footsteps stopping almost next to Josh and Benji’s hiding place. “Sandy Koufax.”
“Really? Not your dad?” a girl’s voice asked. It had a slight southern lilt to it.
“He was the best,” the boy said as if he hadn’t heard her question, “but he wouldn’t play on Rosh Hashanah no matter what. I mean, who does things like that anymore?”
“Hey,” Benji said, wriggling free from their hiding place before Josh could stop him. “Jaden? What’s up? Josh, come on out, man. It’s just Jaden.”
Josh felt his face go hot with embarrassment as he struggled to get free. When he did, he noticed the gray powder of dust covering Benji’s dark hair and shoulders. He looked down at his own clothes and realized he too was covered in dust.
“So, who’s that?” Benji asked, pointing at the boy.
“Hi,” the boy said, extending a hand to Benji, “I’m Mickey Mullen.”
Josh knew his name before he said it. Mickey Mullen Jr. had wheat blond hair like his father, only curly. His skin was tan and his eyes pale blue. The smooth skin on his face reminded Josh of a statue he’d seen in an advertisement: Michelangelo’s statue David . Josh touched the scar on his own discolored face.
Mickey
The woman’s eyes went wide and her mouth became an O. She took off, running with her high heels clacking along the floor. Josh took Benji’s arm, stepped over the rope, and tugged him along.
“Man, Josh,” Benji said in an urgent whisper. “This is great .”
“His face turned purple ?” Josh said. “Jeez, Benji.”
“You know I got a flair for the dramatic,” Benji said. “Did you see her take off?”
“Come on,” Josh said, “let’s get out of here before she figures it out.”
They rounded a corner and heard someone talking over a loudspeaker in a large hall, then a flurry of applause. They hurried past the crowd that stood watching the people up on a small stage at the end of the large space and soon lost their way in a deeper maze of empty passageways, displays, and small rooms. They walked quietly in the stillness and spoke in hushed voices so they could listen for the coming footsteps of the lady by the rope—just in case she decided to pursue them—or maybe something worse, like security guards.
“Man,” Benji said after a while in a regular voice, “where’s the Babe?”
“I think we just passed this way,” Josh said, keeping his voice down. “There’s Ty Cobb’s cleats again.”
“Yeah, imagine those things coming at you full speed,” Benji said, loudly now. “They’d punch a hole in your lung if he hit you right. But we gotta find the Babe .”
“Well, keep it down. We can’t ask anyone now. That’s for sure. Come on,” Josh said, checking his watch and doing his best to enjoy the sights and ignore the feeling of dread that crept into his bones whenever he did something he knew he shouldn’t really be doing.
They wandered some more and ended up right back at Ty Cobb’s cleats.
“You got to be kidding me,” Benji said, stamping around a couple more bends too quickly to look at anything before they stopped again.
That’s when they heard someone coming.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
JOSH DUCKED BETWEEN A large glass display on the evolution of the catcher’s mitt and the brick wall behind it, crouching low beside the wooden base and worming his way deeper in to make room for Benji, whose eyes had grown as large as grapefruits.
The voices kept coming. Benji gripped Josh’s arm and froze.
“What are they gonna do to us, right?” Josh whispered hopefully into Benji’s ear.
Benji’s grip tightened and he said, “Arrest us, that’s what.”
“For what ?” Josh asked, his heart chilled.
“I don’t know,” Benji said with a quavering voice. “Trespassing or criminal mischief or something. Shh.”
Josh held still and listened and soon realized that the one voice belonged to a boy no older than them.
“So this is it,” the boy said, his footsteps stopping almost next to Josh and Benji’s hiding place. “Sandy Koufax.”
“Really? Not your dad?” a girl’s voice asked. It had a slight southern lilt to it.
“He was the best,” the boy said as if he hadn’t heard her question, “but he wouldn’t play on Rosh Hashanah no matter what. I mean, who does things like that anymore?”
“Hey,” Benji said, wriggling free from their hiding place before Josh could stop him. “Jaden? What’s up? Josh, come on out, man. It’s just Jaden.”
Josh felt his face go hot with embarrassment as he struggled to get free. When he did, he noticed the gray powder of dust covering Benji’s dark hair and shoulders. He looked down at his own clothes and realized he too was covered in dust.
“So, who’s that?” Benji asked, pointing at the boy.
“Hi,” the boy said, extending a hand to Benji, “I’m Mickey Mullen.”
Josh knew his name before he said it. Mickey Mullen Jr. had wheat blond hair like his father, only curly. His skin was tan and his eyes pale blue. The smooth skin on his face reminded Josh of a statue he’d seen in an advertisement: Michelangelo’s statue David . Josh touched the scar on his own discolored face.
Mickey
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