Hercules the Lesser smiled so hard the muscles in his face began to hurt. Still he caught the ball and he threw the ball and he caught the ball and he threw the ball.
His arms always got tired before Louise’s arm did so they had to stop playing.
Louise pulled the mitt off her sweaty hand
“You be a good boy and run straight home,” she said.
“Of course I will,” Hercules the Lesser replied.
“We’re having mashed potatoes and gravy tomorrow,” she said.
She knew it was his favorite.
“Thank you for playing with me,” he said. “Bye, now.”
He disappeared around the corner the red brick building
“Bye, yourself,” she said to no one.
She rubbed her shoulder for a moment before waddling out to the only car left in the parking lot
Chapter Twelve
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