There is a baseball team in Madison, Wisconsin called the Mallards, a collegiate summer league team that plays in a ballpark affectionately known as the "Duck Pond."
Before Matt can answer our waitress arrives again, offering another pitcher as if Matt and I are two of the most normal people she’s ever seen. I look at her through narrowed eyes, cautious and skeptical. Matt has answered “Yes!” I glare back at him. Could he be trusted anymore? Could anyone?
How did you spend your last hundred bucks, Audrey Senna?