Well that was lucky. I had no real desire to see what kind of creatures were making that noise in the barn. The ballplayer’s dad was at the table looking at a big basket of muffins. Mom sat a mug across the table from him.
“Good morning, sir.” Good start, anyway. “Your son is a remarkable ball player.”
“He’s pretty remarkable at everything he tries. Thankfully he’s trying to help his family just now.”
“Is that why he has a job at the Inn?” I asked. I figured I’d jump right to it.
“Pretty much. It wouldn’t be what we’d chose if things were different. But they are what they are.” I would have asked a little more but the ballplayer came in with his little sister. They were a real team, the little one idolizing the big brother.