Speedeet & Wilar

Speedeet & Wilar: The Sunday the Cricket Ball Went Over the Wall

It was a Sunday morning in Bel Air, and the sun was already hot by the time Speedeet finished his porridge.

“Ma, can I go play cricket with Wilar?” he asked, already halfway to the door.

“You had your breakfast? You wash your plate?”

“Yes, Ma.”

“Go. But come back by twelve for church lunch.”

Speedeet was out the door before the screen could slam. Wilar was waiting on the corner by the coconut tree with his cricket bat — the good one, the Mongoose bat his uncle brought from England — and a brand-new tennis ball that he had been saving since Christmas.