Lupe and Selina Play Through the Storm

“Can you believe a women’s league exists in the United States? Softball is not real baseball, of course. Those Americanos will try anything.” Carlos gave his daughter a side-glance. “No, my dear, move the yellow flowers to that spot. They love the sun.”

“Yes, Papa.”

“They schedule girls’ games in the offseason. Who could envision that?” After a hearty laugh, he continued. “But this makes money. Have you continued your little games on campus, young lady?”

The question from her father hung in the air, daring her to spring her news about her college admission, but she resisted. His entrepreneurial ideas were in motion, and he paid no attention to her softball games.

“Berto informed me that a US women’s team competed in the Olympics last year. They secured significant sponsors and all the resources. Their pitcher is a famous coach at a California university.” Selina tried to judge her father’s interest.

“The Olympics. I can imagine Jake competing in the Olympics someday.”

“How about me, Papa?” She held her breath. “Do you think all things happen for a reason? Berto’s advice might prove valuable.”

“What do you mean? He does not know our business.” Papa entered the house and waved her indoors.

“I have something to show you. Promise me you won’t be upset.” Selina slid the letter from the university out of her pocket. “This is from a school, a university, up north, wanting me to play softball on their team. Perhaps this is a sign.”