And as she watched her children — no, her young men— she came to a decision. There was something she had to do. And it had to be done soon
While the invitation to Marjorie was being issued and accepted, Abe had been throwing Frisbees around with the twins. Now, he set them on their next task: creating bases for what he was calling “the family beach baseball game.”
“Okay, here are the teams. Mutty and David versus Artie and Johnny.”
“What about me, Daddy?”
“Ruchele? You are the most important — you’ll be the umpire!”
“But Dad,” Mutty said, as the little girl proudly took her place at first base, “aren’t you going to play?”
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