Chapter Eleven
CHAPTER ELEVEN
September
The Cubbies were finally in the playoffs, and tickets were at a premium. None of us could afford them, and with Mia in the Bahamas on a photo shoot, even her connections couldn’t get us in. So we settled for watching the game at Bugsy Malone’s, our neighborhood bar, along with a few hundred of our closest friends.
“Oh, come on!” Victor yelled at the TV, his voice blending into the general mayhem around us. “He was safe. Even a blind man could have seen that.”
From somewhere behind us, someone threw popcorn at the screen, and I grabbed my drink, spinning out of the way. I walked away from Victor and over to the other table our group occupied. Alex was debating the team’s pitching strategy with Kendra when I arrived.
“Uh-uh,” she said. “No way is
