He glanced down at his list of things to talk about and shook his head at how he had rambled towards the end. Tom stepped over to Dan and asked, “Ar... you done?”“I think I’ve covered it all except for the goodbyes,” Dan answered.“Okay,” Tom said taking a respectful step back.“Well, I guess I have to go now. Rest well and watch over us. Keep us from doing dumb things,” Dan said. Feeling his throat get tight, he said, “I love you and miss you a whole lot.”Dan stepped back from the graveside and. Now, after a spending April with my old Jackson club, I’d been promoted to the International League club just outside of Atlanta. Triple-A ball. I was barely 24 years old and on the cusp of real success in my chosen field of endeavor. If I could play defense even a little bit, I’d have a real future with this organization.But I couldn’t play defense worth a damn! I was a designated hitter, period. Everybody knew it. The management of this Gwinnett ballclub knew it. I knew that the Atlanta. “Mother, this is Joss Wayward, the young man I was describing to you.” Miss Emily walked over to me and hooked her arm in the crook of my elbow and pulled my arm to her side. I could feel her full, firm young teat through her blouse and there was no way I could keep from looking down. Damn, I wish I had not looked down when I did. I know that’s a little brown nipple I see. Sure as hell, it is – I just know I’ll mess up now.While Miss Emily had my arm pulled to her side, Mrs. McBrand reached out. "The new folks pulled in and everybody tumbled out. Amy and her husband looked to be in their middle thirties and their children were early to mid teenagers. Marcy and Ted Monroe looked to be around Amos and Doris' age while Marshal Bridges and Pamela looked to be in their early thirties. Only Roy and Ted were armed and they only had pistols in holsters. This did look promising.We went in the restaurant and Missy and Doris went to the fountain and poured drink orders for everyone. We sat down.