The boy went out.They had eaten with no light on the table and the old man took off his trousers and went to bed in the dark.He rolled his trousers up to make a pillow ,putting the newspaper inside them.He rolled himself in the blanket and slept on the other old newspapers that covered the springs of the bed.
“I have,”the old man said getting up and taking the newspaper and folding it.Then he started to fold the blanket.“Keep the blanket around you,”the boy said.You'll not fish without eating while I'm alive.
“They lost today,”the boy told him.
“You're my alarm clock,”the boy said.
“Thank you.You make me happy.I hope no fish will come along so great that he will prove us wrong.”
“He sent two beers.”
“I like the beer in cans best.”
“Do you remember when he used to come to the Terrace? I wanted to take him fishing but I was too timid to ask him.Then I asked you to ask him and you were too timid.”
“Good luck old man.”
“I know.But this is in bottles,Hatuey beer,and I take back the bottles.”
“Come on and eat.You can't fish and not eat.”
“There was nothing ever like them.He hits the longest ball I have ever seen.”