The Girl And The Lost Cat

Chapter Four

~ One," said the baseball player. we were sitting on
the couch and Charlie was sitting between us.
Charlie had already decided that she liked the
couch a lot. "One said the baseball player again. Charlie looked at him kind of hard. "Your mama was
funny. She could make just about anybody laugh."
"Two," he. "She had red hair and freckles."
"Just like me." I said.
"Just you," the baseball player nodded.
"Three. She liked to plant things. She had a
talent for it. She could stick a tire in the ground
and grow a car. Charlie started chewing on her paw, and I tapped her on the head to make her stop.
"Four," said the baseball player "She could run fast. If you were racing her, you couldn't beat ever let her get a head start, because she would beat you for sure." I'm that way, too." I said. back home, in Orlando,  I raced Liam Fullerton , and beat him, and
he said it wasn't fair because boy & girls shouldn't race each other to begin with. I told him
he was a sore loser.
The baseball player nodded. He was quiet for a minute. I'm ready for number five," I told him.
"Five," he said. "She couldn't cook. She burned
everything, including water. She had a hard time
opening a can of beans. She couldn't make head nor
tail of piece of meat. Six." The baseball player rubbed
his nose and looked up at the celling Charlie looked up, too. "Number six is that your mama
loved a story. She would sir and listen to stories
all day long. She loved to be told a Story. She
especially liked funny ones, stories that made her
laugh." The baseball player nodded his head like he was agreeing with himself.
"What's number seven?" I asked.
"Let's see," he said. "She knew all the constella-
tions, every planet in the nighttime sky. Every last
one of them. She could name them. She could name them. And point them out. And she never got a tired of looking up at them.
"Number eight," said the baseball player,with his eyes closed,"  "was that she hated being a baseball player's wife. She said she just couldn't stand having the ladies at her work judge what she was wearing and what she was cooking and how she was singing.
She said it Charlie lay down on the couch. She put her nose in the baseball player's lap and her paws in mine. "Ten." said the baseball player. "Nine I told him.
"Nine," said the baseball player. "She drank. She drink beer. And whiskey. And wine. Sometimes she, couldn't stop drinking. And that made me and your mama fight a bit. "Number ten," he said with a
long sigh' number ten, is that your mama loved
you. She loved you very much. "I told him.
"But she left me," I told him.
"She left us," said the baseball player softly. I could see him pulling his old turtle head back into his stupid turtle shell. "She packed her bags and left us and she didn't leave one thing behind."
"Okay I said I got off the couch. Charlie hopped off,
too." "Thank you. for telling me," I said.
I went right to my room and wrote down
all ten things that the baseball player had told me. I
wrote them down just the way he said them to me so
that I wouldn't forget them, and then I read them out loud to Charlie until I had them memorized.
I wanted to know those ten things inside and out.
that way, if my mama ever came back, I could
recognize her, and I would be able to grab her
and hold on to her tight and not let her get away
from me again.

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