“How old are you?” I said nineteen the same time Cindy said eighteen. I moved the bat to my left hand before reaching in my back pocket. I handed my ID over to the nicest looking man left on the world. He looked it over before glancing at his watch, and handing the card back to me. “Happy birthday, Erica Wilkerson,” he said.
Ironic I know....total coincidence that the birthday clip occurred on my, well, birthday.