Wild Pitch
“Eddie heard the sound of its bell from inside the house and went out to meet him in the driveway. He had one similar to Tip’s, except that his was three years old, and rust had begun to show.
“Where you heading?” asked Eddie.
Tip stood astride his bike and took off his bright blue helmet.
“Thought we’d go for a spin and stop for some soft ice cream,” he replied. “You got enough dough? If not, I —”
“Yeah, I’ve got enough,” said Eddie.
“Good. Get your wheels.”
Eddie went into the house and found his mother cutting coupons out of a newspaper.
“Mom, Tip’s here. Okay if I get my bike and go with him for a spin?”
“Just get back before dark,” she told him.
He grinned. “Don’t I always?”
He hurried out to the garage, grabbed his helmet off a wall hook, and took out his bike.
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