18. The Chase

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"LOCAL BASEBALL GAME SPARKS POPULARITY IN AROOSTOOK COUNTY"

"I am here live at baseball field of the town of Tavernier, and it has seems that they are coming full handed into the game as each team of respective schools have over 54 baseball players, which is a..." the female news reporter reported live, only for Pastuzo to change the channel immediately for El-Tedinor.

Pastuzo was superstitiously satisfied. seeing those pity bulls be killed over the red colors of the waving man. Every slash of it, every bull noise, every cheer, Pastuzo just loved seeing those animals die and die trying. Oftentimes, he wondered if he could do the same at times, although he thought it would be crazy.

His mom just came down, all prepared. First, though, she questioned, "Why do you like that gladiator show so much, dear?"

Pastuzo was disturbed and answered, "I don't know... it is just... very satisfying."

"To see bulls die?" she asked.

Pastuzo is even more disturbed. "So what, mom?"

"Nothing," she immediately apologized. "Just asking, that's all," she added. "Anyways, I need you to accompany me."

"Again?" Pastuzo moaned.

"Pastuzo," she reminded.

"Alright," Pastuzo agreed, for her. "Where is it again?"

"Didn't you see the local news?" she asked. "It's the baseball game between your school and that other stupid school. I need to meet with my... colleagues. You should cheer for your school; it shows affection."

Pastuzo reacted to that coincidental futile event he must attend. "What?! Oh mom..."

"Pastuzo, would you still come?" she questioned.

Pastuzo couldn't reject his mom like that. "Alright," he said. "I will, but... uhm... I am not into the games, so, uhh..."

"Oh sure, you can watch. I will give you some money for some food," his mom said. Pastuzo held his laughter. "What?"

"Nothing," Pastuzo countered beneath the reasons why he laughed.

Meanwhile, Wilkes was lying in his bed, he already woken up by dawn, but all those hours, he only spent time thinking while he is at rest. Sometimes, with his rest, he just doesn't know where to start. Nanny came by, not to warm him, but to inform him of something.

James was at the door.

"Oh, James, how are you doing, bud?" Wilkes asked.

"Uhm, uhh, fine, bud, Wilkes, thank you," James greeted back.

"James, why don't you tell Wilkes about this activity you want to take with him," Nanny reminded.

"What activity?" Wilkes asked.

"Wilkes, there is this baseball game in Tavernier; my friend is there, so uhm... I want to join there," James revealed.

"That game?" Julian said out of nowhere. "Why would you care about watching idiots showing off the crap out of each other?"

"JULIAN!" Nanny angered. "GO TO YOUR ROOM AND THINK ABOUT THAT MOUTH, YOUNG MAN!"

Julian went upstairs miserably. "Uhm... I am sorry, uhh... Wilkes' nanny," James apologized and regretted.

"No, no, it is alright; Julian can be like that most of the time..." Nanny said.

"No, it is not that, uhh... the baseball game needs tickets, and uhm... my parents are on a business trip this weekend, so it is just me and my grandma, and uhm... I know it is too much, but I don't have enough money to afford the ticket, so I was hoping..."

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