Chapter NineLiza could only watch Garret with amazement.
He explained his failed attempts to make the track-and-field team to get her attention. Her attention. She was a nobody, just a better than average student who had learned how to run and throw so that she could keep up with her older brothers. She been outfielder at home softball games by seven and pitcher by nine. Though after several “slobber ball” complaints, she’d had to teach Rex that if he wanted to sit on the mound with her, he wasn’t allowed to chase softballs. Tennis balls, of course, were fair game. He was a major disruption when neighborhood games of stick ball had spilled out onto the hot summer streets.
“Your dog…”
Liza finally realized that Garret didn’t even know Rex’s name, so she told him.
“Thanks. Killing Rex ma
