Lupe rushed off campus, forgetting she didn’t have a way to get to the East Side Field and return in time for the game. The Chevy was impounded. She would wear herself out completely if she tried to run twenty blocks down and twenty blocks back. She spotted a guy from her history class getting in his car and walked toward him, intending to ask him for a ride but chickened out at the last moment. Then she heard a familiar engine approaching.
The most uncool thing a graduating senior could do was ride on the public bus. But what did she care if anyone saw her? This was the last day of school, her brother was in jail, and she was on her way to pick a fight with a ghost. She dug in her bag for her old bus pass, unused since the season began.
The bus route went right to the East Side Field. It was in a neighborhood with houses that were even smaller than hers. After school and weekend games were played here, the Boys & Girls Club games, and sometimes the YMCA kids. The place was packed.
There were no uniforms, but somehow the players and even the coaches and parents all looked the same: short, dark, and not too fit. These kids played in anything they happened to have on. She walked behind a dugout, really just a splintery bench, and could see that all the equipment was mismatched and beaten up.
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