“Why is it so important that I pretend to be a Yankee fan, Sue?” I said, trying not to be heard above the din at Yankee stadium. “What difference does it make?”
“You can’t pretend!” Sue hissed at me. “Don’t you dare tell anyone in my family that you’re pretending. I don’t want to give them any more reasons to wonder about you.”
“Wonder about me? This is crazy! I’m the baseball fan! You don’t even know how the game is played.”
“Shut up and cheer when I do.”
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