Challenged by Tessa & Kerry
"Why would you want to manage the baseball team?" My sister huffs again as she drags a trash bag of uniforms out of my trunk and into the laundromat.
"I don't get it. This is disgusting. How much are they paying you?" she whines for the hundredth time.
Lugging a bag onto the counter, I start separating pants and shirts. "I told you you didn't have to come. I've been doing this long enough, I don't need help. And no, they don't pay me."
She jumps onto the counter. "Why on God's green earth would you touch this nastiness," she gestures to my piles. "if they weren't paying you."
Stopping for a moment, I pull out my phone and unlock it, then scroll to a special album in my phone. Handing it to her with a wink, I say, "Take a look. The view from the dugout is stunning."