The next morning, Noah stood over my phone at the desk, eager for me to call. He got up early and was already dressed for the day. He bounced in place as I got dressed for another day of baseball.
After putting on my hat, I sat down and clicked Jeremy's name on my contact list. I clicked speakerphone so Noah could hear as the phone started to ring. And ring. And ring. Just when I thought it was going to voicemail, he answered.
"Uh, hey Jake." Jeremy didn't sound right over the phone. "What's up?"
I looked at Noah, not sure what I'm supposed to say anymore. Noah pointed at the phone and mouthed, 'slump'.
"Jake? You there?" Jeremy sounded worried.
I cleared my throat. "Yea, yea, I'm here."
He sighed with relief. "What's up?" He repeated.
"Nothing much. Just playing baseball at the camp." I leaned forward over the phone. "Anything new with you?"
