I looked up at the score board and couldnâ€™t believe the game was only in the third inning. It felt like weâ€™d been sitting here for three days. Unusually hot for Februaryâ€”even for Pasadenaâ€”every inch of my body felt sticky and gross. It was only in the mid-eighties, but after jumping from being in the sixties the week before, it felt like I was in a toaster oven. The humidity wasnâ€™t helping either. Having grown up in North Dakota, I still hadnâ€™t gotten used to California weather after being here for college the past several years. How my nephew had the energy to be marching up and down the bleachers was beyond me. Why hadnâ€™t I at least thought to bring an umbrella for shade?
|The Crazy Girl's Handbook by DelSheree Gladden|