“Tony’s favorite sport is baseball? Did you know, Mama?” Ezra hopped from one foot to the other as Ruth tried to wipe off the crumbs from his face. “It’s my favorite sport too. I am going to be a baseball player just like Babe Ruth!” He tried to squirm away from his mother. “Or maybe I can play football, like Tony. He played in high school and was really good, Mama.”
“Ezra Eichenbaum, stop moving. You’ve got crumbs from ear to ear.” Ezra broke through his mother’s hold, grasping his baseball as he ran out the door.
“Later, Mama, off to play ball!”
She sighed, shaking her head. “I can’t believe that is my son.”
Greta sat at the table with Ruth, pouring them each a weak cup of substitute coffee, Sanka. “It is remarkable how much he has changed in the past few weeks. Honestly, it gives me
