“Do you think we should buy a terminal of the lottery with an eighty-five?Tomorrow is the eighty-fifth day.”
Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.
“It was papa made me leave.I am a boy and I must obey him.”
“Have faith in the Yankees my son.Think of the great DiMaggio.”
“I'll try to get him to work far out,”the boy said.“ Then if you hook something truly big we can come to your aid.”
“But I fear the Indians of Cleveland.”
“If you were my boy I'd take you out and gamble,”he said.“But you are your father's and your mother's and you are in a lucky boat.”
When the wind was in the east a smell came across the harbor from the shark factory;but today there was only the faint edge of the odor because the wind had backed into the north and then dropped off and it was pleasant and sunny on the Terrace.
“May I get the sardines?I know where I can get four baits too.”
“Let us take the stuff home,”the boy said.“ So I can get the cast net and go after the sardines.”
“Five and you nearly were killed when I brought the fish in too green and he nearly tore the boat to pieces.Can you remember?”
“I remember everything from when we first went together.”
“He is almost blind.”