"Hi Ken. I'm Barbie." And I give him a kiss on thelips. Not a wet sloppy one. I had just fixed my lipstick, after all.Looking down, I see that, yes... he's definitely erect. I slip his cardinto my bra, stand up and start walking away."Hey! At least tell me your real name." I did. That's my name. Barbie. Barbie D'Ol....iveira. I'll call yousoon, Ken. Bye!"I get back into the car. Check my lipstick. Good, it's okay. As Iflip the visor back up, a wicked thought crosses my mind. A. She said, "What are you frowning about? Still sleepy?" No."She touched my arm. "Then, what?" You know." Memphis again." Can't help it."She moved to stand in front of me. "Hey. Don't think about that." She nudged her head toward the ocean. "Look at this. Isn't this wonderful?" Yes, it is."She put her arms around my neck. "But we're here, we're here now. You and me. And Ronnie. We'll never be this young again, we'll never be this free. It won't last forever, so at least have something to. One day, one of these friends decided to ask the other to be his date at the senior prom. A normal, natural occurrence, right? Most of my fellow students went through the process of selecting a date, or being selected as one. It's a wonderful, pleasant thing. And it should have been normal and natural for my two friends. Except it wasn't. Why? Because they just happen to be of different races."A murmur went through the audience as everyone suddenly realized who Patti's two friends were. Many. Some of the stuff she'd said, up to then, let me know that.But now, she knew about the hex ... About not discussing a no-hitter. "I don't think that applies, so much, to people like us, sitting here in the stands," I explained. "But you're right. Probably, right now, nobody down in the Keys' dugout is saying anything about it to Cap. They'll all be acting real nonchalant, you know? Like nothing's happening." But. But, they know, right? I mean, the pitcher -- Cap? ... He knows, right?" Well..