Nevermind. He smiled, and the smile like his statements tailed off, not quite to question, maybe condescension?
“Thank you,” I said, long after it was due.
“Of corze,” he said, “It was nothing trouble. Is fine boy baby. Hard for a man lookink after baby alone. You sleep...”
I’d learned enough of his pitching style to tell the cut fastball from the slider. “You sleep” only sounded like a question, but it was an explanation.
“Yeah, I guess,” I said.
He smiled again, again tailing off. You funny Americans?