He didn’t say hello.

He didn’t ask how we were.

He just looked out at the diamond as if he had been sitting with us all season.

“It usually does in April,” I said.

“Pitcher better keep the ball low,” Walt said.

Luke kept his eyes fixed on the dirt infield.

He shoved his hands deep into his coat pockets and didn’t say a word.

The umpire yelled, “Play ball!” The first batter stepped up to the plate.