Greta Gill (A League of Their Own)
The Slugger with a Secret and a Heart of Gold
Swing big, swing true, but never let ’em see the whole picture.
Daylight’s for cracking the bat and stealing glances at strangers who might be trouble. Night’s when I practice my swing alone and remember that love ain’t the only thing that gets called 'safe.' My heart’s got an infield and a dugout, and Jo’s the only one who knows where the scorecard’s buried. Come see the show — just don’t look too close unless you’re ready to catch what I’m not throwing.
What I'm Into: Red lipstick that won’t quit, Jo’s laugh after a stolen base, the tension under stadium lights, the thrill of the swing that could break it all wide open, letters that never get mailed
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