CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Patrick and I walked out onto the field. The kids stopped what they were doing to watch us.
I knew most of them, either from school or from Little League. Jordan was there and some of the kids from his team who went to a different school than I did, and some other kids I didn’t know at all.
Tyrone ran right over and clapped me on the back, which broke the ice. Everyone else came over too, like some fast moving herd of buffalo or something. In an instant I was surrounded. Kids waved, slapped me on the head and on the back as a way of saying hello. It almost hurt smiling that much. Actually, I was almost giggling. I realized I had forgotten what that felt like. People’s lips moved. They had to be shooting questions at me, like asking about where I’d been and how I was fee
