Kelvin
Kettle was a big fan of baseball and his beloved
Boston
Red Sox. His favorite position on the field was
pitcher. When he decided to leave Tampa and head to
Boston, he compared that move to a pitcher throwing a
curve
ball. He believed that no one would suspect that he’d
go
back to Massachusetts or even dare to show his face in
Montclair. If the people of that small town only knew what
was
coming, they all would have fled for their lives.
Either
I’m going to pull this off or fail miserably . . .
