“Say fuckin’ what?”
“Give me a live one. I can field that fucker and wing it so fast that if Charlie was running to that tree down there he'd be out in time to turn a double play.”
“Smith, you're out O’ your fuckin’ mind, man. Sure as hell, you'd fumble one, and we'd all be dead. You dumb bastard.”
“Don't call me a dumb bastard.”
“You are dumb, goddamn it!”
“And you've never f****d around over here, huh? You've never done anything out of the ordinary. You're in for a Star; tell me what you did was not dumb.”
“There's a difference, Effengee.” Prophet looks upset. I mean, he looks confused. His breathing is very fast. He is trying to outstare Smith, but Omar isn't backing down. I don't think Smith is afraid of him, although he might be. I don't know what to think. Then, all of a sudden
