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Soon people began to gather. Some came to help carry in couches,

tables, beds, an organ. Some came just to meet their new neighbors.

But the kids arrived to see if there was anyone new their own age.

For some of the girls, there was.

“My name’s Marie,” said Marie, and she stuck out her hand to

the new girl. “This is Noelle and Hailey and Megan.”

“Hi! I’m Brooke. Brooke Pinnock.”

Suddenly questions started to fly.

“Where did you used to live?” asked Noelle.

“Boston.”

“What grade are you in?”

“Fifth.”

“What do your parents do?” Noelle had lots of questions.

“My parents aren’t alive. I live with my grandparents. Grandpa just

retired, and Grandma and Grandpa wanted to move to a smaller town.

So here we are.”

“Do you have any older brothers?” This was from Megan.

“Nope,” said Brooke. “Do you?”

Megan shook her head no.

“What did your grandpa do before he retired?” asked Marie.

Brooke smiled. “He played for the Boston Red Sox.”

Silence. And then Noelle asked, “Your grandpa played for a

professional baseball team?”

“Sure,” said Brooke. “He was good. The best. He also played for

the Yankees, the White Sox, the Tigers, the Blue Jays—at one time or

another, he played for every team in the American League. He played

for forty years!”