“She’s going to have a baby? You’re going to be a dad?” “Shout it a little louder,” Hedge grumbled. “I don’t think they heard you in Croatia.” Frank couldn’t help grinning. “But, Coach, that’s awesome! A little baby satyr? Or maybe a nymph? You’ll be a fantastic dad.” Frank wasn’t sure why he felt that way, considering the coach’s love of baseball bats and roundhouse kicks, but he was sure.
