Zeke unlocked his car so we could move the bats to his trunk.
"Thank you!" I raised my voice at Mr. Johnson, trying my best to show my gratitude.
Mr. Johnson nodded. "Sure thing." He looked at Rhys. "I'm going to head to the stadium. Text me when you make it home."
"Alright." Rhys grinned at his dad. "Thanks for making the trip, Dad."
He gave his son a pat on the shoulder. "It's no problem. I'll see you after the game." He said his goodbyes and got back into his car. We watched him go, waving.
Noah grinned at me. "Man, all those bats...where are we going to put them??"
"The garage should be fine." Rhys suggested.
My jaw dropped.
Noah started to wag his finger at Rhys. "Typical. Pitchers just don't understand how important bats are. Jake and I read up on how to take care of wood bats and it's important not to have them stored in a damp area. With the fall coming, it's better to keep them in our room."
