He told me it was the only sport with no clock.”

“Just keep breathing and tell me about baseball,” I said.

“Tell me what he liked about it.”

The phone buzzed against my chest, and I could feel it through the pocket.

I didn’t break eye contact with her.

“He liked the part where nothing happens,” she said.

“Nine men standing in a field, and nobody in the whole stadium has any idea when the next thing will happen.”

The ambulance came over the rise with its lights going and no siren, which I decided was a good sign.