"Well, you're going to get a phone call."
"Do you mind if I ask what it's about?"
"I'd like to tell you, Hawk, but I can't," Hodges said. His voice was sugar sweet. He had never talked to me in friendlier tones.
"Look, Gil, if I'm going somewhere I'd appreciate your telling me."
He paused, then said, "O.K. I suppose there's no harm in telling you. Charlie Finley's going to call you."
Half an hour later Finley called. He had bought me back from Washington for cash. I was going home to Kansas City, home to Alvin Dark, home to Charlie Finley.
I couldn't have been happier.