“There was nothing ever like them.He hits the longest ball I have ever seen.”
“I must give him something more than the belly meat then.He is very thoughtful for us.”
“How did you sleep old man?”the boy asked.He was waking up now although it was still hard for him to leave his sleep.
“That means nothing.The great DiMaggio is himself again.”
“There is no such fish if you are still strong as you say.”“I may not be as strong as I think,”the old man said.“ But I know many tricks and I have resolution.”
“I've been asking you to,”the boy told him gently.“I have not wished to open the container until you were ready.”“I'm ready now,”the old man said.“ I only needed time to wash.”
“Because he came here the most times,”the old man said.“If Durocher had continued to come here each year your father would think him the greatest manager.”
“You're my alarm clock,”the boy said.
Where did you wash?The boy thought.The village water supply was two streets down the road.I must have water here for him,the boy thought,and soap and a good towel.Why am I so thoughtless? I must get him another shirt and a jacket for the winter and some sort of shoes and another blanket.