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Chapter 68
"Thank you for bringing me to my senses, James."
James chuckled while driving back to the Lasko ranch.
"I have an interest in bringing you to your senses. You see. I like you. You are pretty and I want to see you in your bikini again. That vision is stuck in my mind," he quipped.
Angela began laughing. She reached for his hand and squeezed a gentle squeeze. James answered her with one of his own.
"Angela, I do care for you. I hope you don't think harshly of me for the tone I brought on you earlier."
"I probably deserved it," she offered. "You're right. I shouldn't have spoken to Mama like I did. And you are dead on with the negotiation thing. I've never had a harsh word with cattlemen. We always got what we wanted. I'm going to work it out with Mama and Daddy. I still want to be with you."
"I feel better," he replied. "I'm looking forward to talking with you about your college plans, and how I can see you at the same time. You never know what's around the bend in the road. Opportunity, I hope."
Michael was following them in Angela's truck. When they arrived at the Lasko home, James ushered Angela from her side of the pickup, held her hand, and smiled. She stood on her toes and kissed him on the lips. A thank you kiss.
He followed her with his eyes as she approached her parents who were waiting for her on the porch. James waved a gentle wave to George as Angela and Cynthia went into their home, arm in arm. George responded with one of his own. He watched as Michael returned from giving the truck keys to George.
"I heard you and Angela talking before supper tonight," Michael said, as they drove away. "I learned something from you, Uncle James. I've been negotiating with Mom and Dad my whole life and never realized I was doing it; until now."
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"Uncle James, I would like to talk to you. About baseball."
James had just finished his breakfast and was sipping coffee, when Michael spoke up. Michael had the physical traits James had at his age and was very athletic for his age. Well above his peers in the region.
"OK. Talk."
"I played well this year," Michael offered. "I lead the region in put outs. My two seam fastball moves in on right hand batters and away on left handers. My curve breaks hard at the plate and my changeup is OK; 76 miles per hour."
"OK."
"I didn't receive any offers to college, but, I feel I could walk on at Division 1 if I could get some help. Learn how to throw without hurting my arm. Get help on my changeup. Maybe my slider."
"OK."
James looked across the table at David. He was still eating. He then looked at Cathy. She was looking at him with a little hope in her eyes.
"Do you think you could help me? Point me in the right direction? Tell me what needs to be done to pitch at the next level?" he asked, with hope.
"It took you long enough," he chuckled. "You're not gonna make the fall season in college. You waited too long. You'll have to sit out at least a semester before you're ready."
"I know."
James paused to gather his thoughts, because, this was serious business. Baseball at the next level requires a commitment, way, way beyond high school baseball.
James repositioned himself in his chair and looked Michael in the eye. "The next level is not high school ball."
"I know."
"The next level requires a commitment. A commitment you likely have never experienced before. It's serious business," James offered.
James looked at David again. Still eating.
"I know. I may need help from you to focus."
James paused again. "There are others your age who already know this and have prepared. You will be behind right now."
"I will do my best to catch up. I'm determined."
James paused another long pause. He turned to look at Cathy. Hope was still in her eyes.
James winked at her without the others seeing it.
"Would you be disappointed if you didn't start out at D1? Perhaps at the junior college level? It happens a lot for kids like you."
"Absolutely not. I'll play anywhere. I'll study hard to make sure I can go to D1."
James ran his finger across his chin and looked to the ceiling for effect.
"I'll make some phone calls today. We'll talk again tomorrow. I need to be convinced of your commitment. Because, other kids have already committed and you will be trying to take their place."
"Yes, Sir!"
"Cool, Michael!" Emily yelped.
"Sounds great, Michael," Katie offered.
"What are you talking about?" Little James chirped.
David was sipping coffee after finishing off his plate.
Cathy smiled.
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"Hi, Angela. Hi, James."
"Hi, Jennifer," Angela replied.
James waved and smiled. The two love birds were walking hand in hand toward the entrance of the KOC hall. They were double dating with Michael and Maria. James couldn't help but muse about three 18 year olds, and a 37 year old, double dating to a dance and social. The entire county had heard the two love birds were together, and, amazingly there was very little comment about their age difference.
As they entered the hall, James was surrounded by the locals, wanting just a minute of his time to talk baseball. Angela laughed and went to the kitchen for iced teas. When she returned, she whispered she would be waiting for him at a table on the other side of the dance floor.
After speaking with Mr. Jenkins about cattle, James walked up and sat down next to Angela. "My popularity is waning. The last time I was here, it took nearly an hour to be seated. It only took twenty minutes this time," he mused.
"Great!" Angela yelped. "More time for me!"
"OK," James barked. "Dance with me?"
"YAASSS!"
As they danced the Texas twostep, James reflected on his date for the evening. She was wearing the purple sundress her mother wore the first time he was at the KOC hall. She wore a white headband in her black and naturally wavy hair, to match the print in the purple dress. Strands of hair fell from the sides of her head to touch her face and neck. She wore low heel white strap sandals. And her light blue seductive eyes were messing with his concentration. She's a great dancer, he thought.
He was about to finish a dance with Angela and go get food, when suddenly...
He saw a familiar and unexpected face.
As he passed her, while dancing, he twisted his head to look at her, again. She began laughing.
When the song ended, he escorted Angela to their table.
"Trouble," he said.
"Trouble?" Angela asked.
"Lisa Matthews."
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