“Out!” Earnest cried. I stared in disbelief as Edythe sprang from the
fringe of the trees, ball in her upraised hand, her wide grin visible even to
me.
“Eleanor hits the hardest,” Earnest explained, “but Edythe runs the
fastest.”
It was like watching superheroes play. It was impossible to keep up
with the speed at which the ball flew, the rate at which their bodies raced
around the field.

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