The Manager told me, "You're done for the season. You probably shouldn't even think about winter ball, just let your wrist heal. Wait for spring train...ng and come in to see if you can still play ball or whether you'll be back to pitching." Don't you want me to hang out with the club until the end of the season?" Son, you were a call up but early by using up one of your options. You're on the extended roster and still officially part of the major league team. You're really still considered the. I poked my head in and saw Spencer at his desk, and his roommate, a soft-spoken baseball player named Arlen Jones, on his back on his lofted bed, his hands propping up his head and his feet moving in time with the music."Hey," I shouted, trying to be heard over the music, "mind if I camp out here for awhile?"Spencer glanced up. "Come on in," he said. "What's up?" Westy's got a chippie," I said."So?" asked Spencer."So, he wanted a little alone time with her, so I got kicked out for an hour.". She laughed and was genuinely flattered when he confessed this to her. But now it was no longer cute. It was frightening. Her jumping to her death, losing the baby, and being shot to death by Jane in a fit of rage.Irv Rubenstein finished the summation of his closing arguments. The judge now had to decided the case alone. He sat at the bench looking at his laptop computer trying to figure out when to render his decision. Once he had all the transcripts in front of them, he had to carefully read. At first, Brian wondered where in the hell Ted was going, then he remembered that Ted knew every short-cut there was on this island. The chances of the two teens arriving at the beach first was a lot better than those of the escaping attacker. Feeling a little relieved with the improvement of their chances, he turned and walked back to Denise.“Hey, Girl,” Brian said softly, genuine concern ringing in his voice, “how you doing? You gonna be able to struggle back down to the beach? We’ve gotta.