Bob was silent. Trevor cleared his throat and then said, “That date. Does it mean something to you? Was that the game you went to see with him?”
Bob looked over at him, kind of dazed. “What? No.” He shook his head. “No, it’s the day he died.”
Dolores came and stood next to him.
Myla nodded. “The Old Mermaids sometimes played baseball. They did. I know it’s difficult to believe. As you can imagine it was a bit tricky with all the prickly things growing around them in the desert. You have to really pay attention when you’re playing ball in the desert.”
Bob smiled but kept looking at the baseball ticket.
“They played in the wash, mostly,” she said. “They liked games. They’re a playful lot, the Old Mermaids. They liked baseball because it’s not a fast paced game. They couldn’t hurry anywa
