“Throw it to me,” Haley told him.

She jogged back across the yard.

Cody wound up and threw.

The ball flew in a clean line and smacked into Haley’s bare hand.

“That’s way better,” Haley said.

I watched them throw the ball back and forth.

The steady pop of leather catching the ball bounced off the wooden fence.

I glanced down at my left hand.