Chapter 68 A Baseball Game
- Pyotr
- The weeks went by, the strong heat of July gave way to milder weather as August progressed. Almost every weekend we went to Central Park and Mary loved these interactions, especially when they involved her friends. Today will be one of those days.
- " Pete, where's my cap? " Mary called out as I put our things on the bench at the side of the baseball field we occupied in the park.