"Come, come, I have something to show you all. I think we can do this, but your window is going to be very tight," Charles said as he led the way. The women took their seats at the round table while Charles pressed buttons, and all the plasma TVs came to life. As always, Lady Justice surrounded the room. Charles pressed more buttons. The picture of a group of softball players appeared on the huge screen. According to the sports announcer, it was the bottom of the ninth inning in an exhibition game for the benefit of breast cancer research, and the Southwestern team known as the Paiutes was leading with a score of 2 to 1. There was a runner on first and second when Hickam's star batter sauntered up to the plate, swung the bat in a nonchalant manner, looked around, and took the time to give a thumbs-up to the local television audience and the fans in the stand, who were whooping and hollering.

"It's a baseball game," Isabelle said.

"But it's an all-girl team, and it's softball, not baseball. There's a difference," Charles said.

The pitcher, a long-legged blonde, looked in, got the sign from the catcher, wound up, and tossed a sidearm fastball that just caught the outside corner of the plate. On the next pitch, the star hitter swung and missed, and the crowd in the bleachers went wild. Finally, the pitcher wound up one last time and threw a pitch that had the batter salivating as it slowly made its way to the plate, seemingly as big as a beach ball. But when the batter swung with all her might, the ball dipped as if it were falling off a table, and the batter nearly wrenched her back as her bat met nothing but air.

Fans and players converged on the field to congratulate the Paiutes. The blonde was suddenly hefted up and onto the shoulders of the first baseman and the catcher and doused with what the sports announcer said was sparkling apple cider.

Off the field, the announcer inched his way to the tall blonde. "Dr. Loganberry, tell us how you feel right now."

"I'm very happy. We played a good game but so did Hickam. We might be rivals here on the field, but off the field we're doctors, recovering patients, and medical personnel trying to raise money for breast cancer research."

"And that, ladies and gentlemen, was Dr. Candice Loganberry, an oncologist who practices here in Las Vegas. Let's all give her a big hand, and don't forget to dig deep and give them a donation when you leave the ball field."

"Wow!" the girls said almost in unison. They grew silent as they looked at Charles, then at Annie.

"Well, we were wondering where to send our fee. I think we just decided," Annie said. The women clapped in approval.

"Wait, there's more," Charles said. The women waited again while he slipped in a new CD and pressed PLAY.