The second week of her volunteer service at the Villa, Lupe noticed a pile of newspaper clippings about her softball team at the front desk. Maybe she could get someone to bring Mr. Ramirez to one of her games. She’d show him what a girl could do, that crazy old man.
“Whose clippings are these?” Lupe asked Ginny, who managed the desk that evening. “That’s my team, you know.”
“Yes, I’ve seen your photos. I thought they might be from your scrapbook. Someone leaves these for Mr. Ramirez. This week, he started a whole collection on his wall. I find them here each day and put them in his mailbox. ”
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