Edward's Eyes by Patricia MacLachlan

said, surprising myself.
    Trick turned to smile at me.
    â€œOkay,” said Albert.
    There was another long silence. I saw the bay off in the distance. Soon we’d be home. We rounded the head of the bay, light sitting on water.
    â€œMaybe I’ll learn how to throw a knuckleball,” I said very softly from the backseat.
    No one said anything. Maybe no one heard me.
    We drove into the driveway and got out of the car.
    Albert held up his hand for a high five. He’d heard me.
    We were home.