Chapter 42

“Whatever. It’s none of my business anyway.”

She glowered at the two of them, and then sighed, and shrugged, seemingly exhausted by the effort it took her to confront them.

“Listen, just don’t screw up the school match today.” She paused and looked at both of them with contempt. “Like you’ve both managed to screw up everything else.”

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The hard, cork ball slapped against the wood and rebounded sharply, rising in an arc beneath the warm, cloudless sky and spiralling out into the distance. On the bleachers, a gathered crowd of parents, teachers, and students screeched in alarm and excitement, calling out contrary words of advice and accusation as Sumire Williams flung the bat down and sprinted forward, her feet carrying her in a cloud of dust past first base, past second base, and brought her to a skidding stop at third base, her muscles taught, her eyes wide like an animal’s as she saw the right field catcher struggling to work out what had happened.