Therewasnoetandtheboyrememberedwhentheyhadsoldit.Buttheywentthroughthisfieveryday.Thereotofyellowridfishandtheboykhistoo.

“Eighty-fiveisaluumber，”theoldmansaid.“Howwouldyouliketoseemebrihatdressedoutoverathousandpounds？”

“I’llgettheetandgoforsardines.Willyousitinthesuninthedoorway？”

“Yes.Ihaveyesterday’spaperandIwillreadthebaseball.”

Theboydidnotknowwhetheryesterday’spaperwasafitoo.Buttheoldmanbroughtitoutfromuhebed.

“Pericogaveittomeatthebodega，”heexplained.

“I’llbebackwhenIhavethesardines.I’llkeepyoursandmiogetheronidwesharetheminthem.WhenIebackyoutellmeaboutthebaseball.”

“TheYankeesotlose.”

“ButIfeartheIndiansofCleveland.”

“HavefaithintheYankeesmyson.ThinkofthegreatDiMaggio.”

“IfearboththeTigersofDetroitandtheIndiansofCleveland.”

“BecarefuloryouwillfeareventheRedsofatiaeSoxofChicago.”

“YoustudyitandtellmewhenIeback.”

“Doyouthinkweshouldbuyaterminalofthelotterywithay-five？Tomorrowistheeight
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