Chapter 3
On his way back to his condo from Avery’s, O.B. stopped at the supermarket to pick up a few things. When he got to the checkout lane a young man walking by called out, “Hey, O.B.!” and gave him the thumbs up. O.B., with a tinge of apprehension, gave the kid a weak smile.
The man standing in line behind O.B. turned around, a look of recognition crossing his face. “You’re O.B. Benson, aren’t you?” The man took O.B.’s hand to shake it before it had even been offered. “I saw you on the news this morning. How’re you guys gonna do against the Rays? You did real well in the last series. Maybe this is the turnaround, you think?” O.B.’s anxiety increased.
O.B. told him he thought they’d do well against the Rays and went on with the business of putting his purchases on the conveyor belt
