Catcher of the Wry

Chapter 46
Miss Eliza was having a garage sale. J.P. & Crew had decided to help with the event as an honour to her. She had been so patient allowing them the use of her home, for filming.
Jayne was in her element.
She was poking through Miss Eliza's house like a mouse rooting out a tasty piece of cheese.
"Hey, Miss Eliza, do you want to sell this catchers mitt?"
"Oh no, dear, that I'm keeping!"
"Do you play baseball?" Jayne sent the question into an upward swing of gentle mockery, not even mildly prepared for the reply.
"Oh yes, I'm playing soft ball now, though. I used to play fastball but... the knees, you know. They're not what they used to be."
Jayne looked at Miss Eliza with mouth agape.
"How old did you say you were?"
"I'm 72, dear. Seventy is the new 60, you know," she answered wryly.
"Yes, I see that," Jayne replied with candid respect.