"He's not feeling so well," he said.
"Who's this?" I asked.
"My brother. The one who's playing."
"Oh, this is Yamil right here? He's not feeling so well, so he has to go to the bathtub?"
"Too much soap on him," he said, giggling. "Then it explodes."
ON THE RIDE HOME
Ariel tapped my shoulder and asked me to empire the backyard game. Yamil said they always play baseball after getting home from baseball, and whenever else they can, not including winter, when they play tackle football in the snow. Their father prefers it this way, which is why video games are forbidden in their house.
Ariel struck out. "Ariel!" Yamil said. "Eye on the ball, O.K.?"
"I wasn't ready!" Ariel said, hurling his bat.
"Why are you hitting lefty?" said Luis Jr. the next time Ariel was up.
"It doesn't matter!" Ariel said, and bunted for a hit.