“Your Highness!” Edwin called, getting my attention. “Are you here to watch?”
“No, sir. I’m here to play.”
Several of the boys clapped or cheered, though I seriously doubted any of them considered me a positive addition.
“Okay, okay,” I said loudly, raising my arms. “Just keep in mind that I need to be back inside in a few minutes, and I’ve never played before. At all. But I thought I’d give it a quick go before I get to work again.”
“You’ve got this!” Tavish assured me. “Here, give me your shoes. I’ll put them by mine.”
I slipped off my heels and placed them in his hands.
“Ugh, these are heavy. How do you lift your feet?”
“Strong calves?”
He laughed and carried my shoes to the side.
“All right, Eadlyn’s up first then,” Kile insisted.
I had a general understanding of how the game worked. Three outs, four bases. What I was lost on were the mechanics.
Hale was standing out in the middle of the diamond, practicing his pitches with Apsel. Raoul, who was going to be catching, came up behind me.
“Here’s what you need to do,” he said. He had a thick Hispanic accent, but his instructions were nice and clear. “You grab the bat here and here.” He demonstrated, clutching the bat firmly toward the bottom. “Legs apart, and keep your back foot dug into the grass, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Just watch the ball.”
“Watch the ball . . . all right.”
Raoul passed me the bat, which weighed much more than I expected. “Good luck.”
“Thanks.”
I stood at the makeshift base, trying to do everything Raoul had told me to. I supposed if Hale was pitching, then he and I were on different teams. All the same, he was grinning when he saw me in my stance.
“It’ll come in slow, okay?”
I nodded.
He threw the ball, and I swung well above it. The same thing happened the second time. I wasn’t sure what happened with the third, but I ended up spinning around.
Hale laughed and so did Raoul, and while I typically would have felt embarrassed, this didn’t seem too bad.
“Eadlyn! Eadlyn!”
I recognized my mother’s voice instantly, and I faced the open windows of the Women’s Room. Everyone was there, and I waited for her to order me back inside.
“Get them!” she yelled. “Hit it!”
Aunt May raised her arms in the air. “Go, Eady!”
The rest of the girls joined in, shouting and clapping. I laughed and turned back to Hale. He gave me a nod. I returned it, gripping the bat.
I finally connected with the ball, sending it low and to the left. I shrieked, dropped the bat so I could pick up my dress, and bolted to the first base.
“Go, Eady, go!” Kile screamed.
I saw Henri chasing the ball, so I headed to the second base, watching him the whole time. I wasn’t going to make it. Impulsively I lunged, falling into the base.
I beat him!
Everyone erupted. It wasn’t even still my turn, and it wasn’t like I’d won, but it felt huge. Suddenly, Edwin lifted me up off the ground and hugged me, swinging me around.
Moments later, Mom and Josie and all the other ladies were outside, slipping off their shoes and demanding a turn.
Someone alerted Dad and my brothers to the game, and Kaden showed everyone what a superior athlete he was. Mom and Dad stood off to the side, arms around each other. The Selected boys patted one another on the back, and Ahren snuck away with Camille, kissing her every step of the way.
“Go, Henri!” I yelled when he came up to bat. Erik sneaked up beside me and joined in.
We were both a little too dignified to jump around, but we pumped our fists in the air.
“Isn’t this great?” I said. “I love that he can just play without worrying about words.”
“Me, too,” Erik agreed. “And I can’t believe you hit that ball!”
I laughed. “I know! It was completely worth getting my dress dirty for.”
“Agreed. Is there anything you can’t do?” he teased.
“Plenty,” I said, soberly thinking over my many faults.
“Like what?”
“Umm . . . speak Finnish?”
He laughed. “Okay. So one thing. That’s forgivable.”
“What about you?”
Erik looked around. “I couldn’t run a country.”
I waved my hand. “Trust me, if I can learn to do it, anybody could.”
Mom rushed up, embracing me. “This was a great idea.”
“The boys did it,” I explained. “I happened to be in the right place to get an invitation.”
I looked past her, watching Dad walk up to the plate.
“Go, Daddy, go!”
He lifted his arm, pointing into the distance, and Mom shook her head. “Not gonna happen,” she mumbled.