Shoot.
How do I respond? I don’t want to paint a bad picture of them or of myself. I don’t want to lie. I don’t know how to be honest.
Georgie
I do. Not directly, but I work for the business.
Logan
You realize at this point, I assume you work for the mafia, right?
Georgie
Shh. We don’t talk about the family outside of the family.
Logan
Great.
I know too much, don’t I?
Georgie
Someday—and maybe that day will never come—I’ll call upon you for a favor...
Logan
Lulabelle already wants tickets, doesn’t she, Donna Georgiana?
Georgie
She does.
I liked watching you play tonight.
Sorry, that sounds so weird!
Logan
No, it doesn’t. I like that you liked it. It felt really good pitching tonight.
Georgie
You looked like you were having fun.
Logan
I was. Baseball has been my job for so long, I think I forgot how much fun it can be.
Georgie
I never thought about it like that.
Does it mean something that you were starting tonight instead of closing? I don’t know a lot about pitching order, but that’s pretty different, isn’t it?
Logan
Doug—the Firebirds’ general manager—doesn’t want me closing anymore. He wants me to lean into the knuckleball. I’ve only been throwing it for a couple of years, and you need enough time to get a sense for how the ball’s behaving when you throw it. You get some weird, wild pitches with a knuckleball.