up. His chin was kinda tremblinâ. He raked his hand through his dirty hair and stared out at the water. Me and Two Moons baited our hooks and sat on the car. It was a beautiful day. The sun was gettinâ hot for the first time that spring. The water was smooth and clear, and the sky stretched out like a blue field. It was as if we were standinâ between two worlds. The fish in the lake dodged and swam like they were callinâ us, while the clouds were like one huge open door. I wished right then that the three of us could fly away, roll and loop, dive deep into the water, then turn around and burst into the sky and be lost in it forever.
We caught seven small fish that day, just enough for lunch. Old Simmons fried âem right there beside the car. We stayed there until the sun started to set. We skipped rocks and even went skinny-dippinâ with the old man. Funny, though, he never really swam. He just walked out until the water was up to his waist and splashed himself. He says he does it every Sunday except when the water is froze.
âYou know how to swim?â I shouted to him.
âNo,â he shouted back. âNo, I never learned. I never learned Eldon either. I wish I had. I wishâ¦â
I couldnât hear the rest of what he was sayinâ, but by the look on his face I knew the story. The old man was there when his son drowned. Wasnât nothinâ he could do about it. Maybe he blamed himself. Maybe heâd been waitinâ for his son to come back to forgive him.
He didnât say much the rest of the day. Just kinda looked at the sky a lot. By the time we got back to his place it was dark. He walked with us to the pond and we stood under the sycamore tree.
âWouldnât be a bother if you stopped by again,â Old Simmons said.
âI think Iâd like to wander by sometime,â I said. âHow âbout you, Two Moons?â
âSure,â he said. âKinda like it up here.â
The old man smiled so big you could see his black teeth, what he had left of âem. Then he turned and walked through the tunnel of trees toward his dark little house.
7
MAN WITH NO EYES
All the way home I thought about old Simmons. He was trapped, tethered to this town like an old dog. He spent every day layinâ in the sun, waitinâ for his boy to come back and lead him away. I just had to find a way to get into the air, fly away from this place.
Anyway, it was awful dark when we got home. No moon that night, and some storm clouds rolled in so there werenât any stars, either. You could hardly see your hand in front of your face. When we got back to the house, the bats were out. More than we had ever seen. They were flyinâ all around the barn and down by the holdinâ pond. Now, me and Two Moons love to play baseball. And with the weather turned the way it was we shouldâve been playinâ every eveninâ after school. But we got to thinkinâ about flyinâ, and we had us a plane, so we didnât even consider some baseball. That is, until we saw the bats.
âTwo Moons,â I said. âBe a good night for some hittinâ practice, donât you think?â
Two Moons smiled. He knows a good idea when he hears one.
âIâll go fetch a lantern,â I said. âYou go find a good board.â
It wasnât long before we were standinâ on the bank of the holdinâ pond. I stood ready with the board, like a batter waitinâ for a pitch. Two Moons was ready with a handful of pebbles.
âOkay,â I said. âGive me the first pitch.â
Two Moons lobbed a pebble toward me. A small bat swooped down and went after the pebble like it was a box elder bug. I swung madly, but the bat was too high.
âStrike one,â Two Moons said.
I tapped the side of my shoe with the board, waiting for the next pitch.
Two Moons eyed me, then lobbed another pebble. A bat swooped down and I swung
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