Samuel Reed Kept an Old Wooden Bat Behind the Pantry Door for Twenty Years
He smiled the way he did at the county fair when he was working a room.
“Look.
I know the injunction has cost you.
That was never personal, Samuel.
That’s a business disagreement that got out of hand.”
“Daniel, do you remember what you told my daughter about her father?”
His hand went to his tie.
“I don’t follow.”