She learned about love first... in the back seat of a car. Her second lesson came soon after, on autumn leaves no less fallen than she — and none more scarlet. From then on she had a—
BAD NAME... and the whole town whispered:
A — for...
The hook-shot kid was no longer part of the desperately battling quintet he had once sparkled to glory... but for one hurricane half, he had one more thing to give them — a downcourt miracle that could turn a five-star false alarm...
Trapped by a desperate hunted man, Susan — at any cost to herself — had to warn the children. Could she find the strength, the calm she’d need to outwit...
“You’re back in the bushes, kid, with one of your spikes in a rookie’s grave and one still touching a big league rubber. You can go back either way — but one is called a...