Friends, James and Antonio grabbed their sunflower seeds and gloves, ready for a lazy Sunday afternoon tossing the ball around the park, but they weren't expecting to see Antonio's youngest sister, Nicole waiting for them.
"Nikki!" Antonio called. "Does mom know you're here?"
She tossed her ball in the air, caught it, and blew a bubble with a loud pop, "'Course she does!" Her bushy brown hair helped fill in her too-big baseball cap, but her worn glove fit just right.
James, who had always thought of Nicole as the sister he never had, crossed his arms and crooked an eyebrow at the young girl, "Did she know you were here all alone?"
"Ahh," she said, "don't gimme that." She adjusted her cap and hit her glove. "I'm with you guys. You were just late." She jumped from one foot to the other. "Come on. Let's play!"
As Nicole ran to the park's ball field, the boys groaned and dragged their feet through the grass.
"Welp," James said, "we can't just send her home."
Antonio tilted his head in thought, "Or can we?"
By supper time, James and Nicole were chasing one another around the bases, while Antonio stood on the pitcher's mound, announcing the play-by-play with his fist as a microphone.
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