Mother was out shopping when I got home.

When she came back she asked why my baseball practice had ended so soon.

I told her something awful had happened and that there had been an accident.

I continued to tell my mother that we had accidentally smashed one of Mrs Winter’s windows.

“Oh Dear” my mother replied, ” Was it your fault?” she asked.

” I was not batting,” I replied. Paul was, but I was pitching so I am as much to blame as everyone else,” I continued.

” We have all agreed to give Mrs Winters a dollar a week out of our pocket money until the window is paid for. But but but” I stuttered, “There is something else Mother.”

I hesitated to tell whilst mother waited patiently.