Samuel Reed Kept an Old Wooden Bat Behind the Pantry Door for Twenty Years

“Two more called the house.” Frank set a bale down and wiped his hands on his jeans.

“At the old price.

Not the one that got scared out of them in November.”

I stopped stacking.

“Signed?”

“Hollis wants to sign on your tailgate at eleven, and he wants to say something to you when he does.” Frank cleared his throat.

“Don’t let him talk long.

He’ll cry and then you’ll have to feed him.”