As I stood on first, the Toronto manager came and got his weary pitcher.Another thing I loved doing was crossing up the opposition's defense. During t...e first two weeks of the season, I deliberately hit everything to left field. I'd pull ground-rule doubles down the foul line, bouncing them into the stands after they landed, barely fair, behind third base. I'd whip ground singles between third and short. Everything I hit was "pulled" -- if anything I hit could really be called a pull hit.Word. We ordered coffee and toast, and settled down of a chat. Wegot talking about school, everyone sad the weekend was over already."Er, are we going to see Claire again?" it was John."Yeah, she'll be back as soon as she can. Probably not till next weekendthough." I was thinking about that." Hayley had an idea. "You've got a teachertraining day on Wednesday, right?" We nodded. Teacher training days werecool. We got a day off when the teachers still had to go into school."Well, if Matt stays over. His words may have been kind, but he had the cold, dead eyes of a shark. I once had eyes like that, and eventually learned to hide them. But eventually, I stopped having to. It seems that people can recognize a young killer's eyes, and an old killer's eyes, and everything in between. But at some point, old becomes ancient, the body count stretches past recollection, and the warning signs in the back of an ordinary person's head just don't register anymore. "Are you sure?" I asked. I. .." Forget it!" Shelly butted in. "She's with me! She's not your type at all."Wanda let go with an evil laugh that chilled Lisa to the bone."Everyone doing ok?"It was Miranda's voice. She had walked into the tail end of the conversation and was standing between the two tables."I need two counselors to take the truck into town and pick up some supplies. How about you two?" she said nodding first at Shelly then at Wanda."Sure, no problem." Shelly replied but Wanda hedged."Can you find someone.