"You've got to be kidding." Noah was staring at his fingers in frustration the next morning.
"What happened?" Dave leaned over curiously.
Kyle and I were also interested.
Noah shook his hand and shook his head. "Forget it. It's fine. Just ugly looking." He headed for the bathroom. "I'm going to wash my face and brush my teeth."
Kyle looked to Dave. "Was something wrong?"
Dave shrugged. "I didn't see anything."
"Do you think it still hurts or something?" I spoke up to ask.
"You never know with Noah." Dave said. He started to change.
Kyle did too. So I pulled myself out of bed to join them. Today was Wednesday and we had our second to last game tomorrow. At home. Monday's was going to be at home too. For some reason, I didn't feel as sad as I did last year. Maybe because it felt a little more normal. Or maybe because the twins didn't pitch all the time anyways.
