He got under the ball, knees slightly bent, and anticipated, mitt open wide. Funny thing is, once it hits the highest peak of its arc, the ball stopped. He stared up and the park went quiet, not all at once, but gradually, like someone slowly turned the volume dial down.
The sun flared and he wondered if Maggie was right saying they shouldn’t keep the baby. He could likely get in at the mill, and he did love her, he thought, so why shouldn’t they maybe make a go of it.
He caught the ball and instinctively tossed it home.