Chapter 14 · free to read
Over twenty-three. Six balls, agreed in a corridor nine days ago beside a vending machine.
Ball one. The wrong-un, and it went thirty rows back. He had bowled it perfectly.
Ball two: six. Eighteen off two. The scouts' notebooks were open and nobody was writing anything kind.
Ball three: dot. The first ball of the over that did not go anywhere.
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