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just telling me about a version of baseball for people who can’t see very well,” Greg said. “The ball and bases make noise so you can find them. He came over to ask if you’d be interested in playing. He said Uncle Howard might play, and they’re trying to find other people to play too.” Greg paused and looked at him. “You don’t have to play if you don’t want to. No one is going to make you.”
    “How can I hit a ball I can’t see? How can I do anything when I can’t see?”
    “Davey,” Tom said as softly and carefully as he could. “There are people who play this game all over the country. People like you and Uncle Howard. They have fun. It isn’t the same as it was before, but you can hit the ball because it beeps. So do the bases. All you have to do is follow the sound. Keep your ear on the ball.”
    Davey stilled and lifted his head from Greg’s shoulder. He wiped his eyes and slowly shifted on the sofa, but not too far away from his dad.
    “Would you like to give that a try?” Greg asked. “Like I said, you don’t have to.”
    “Uncle Howard’s going to do it?” Davey asked.
    “Yes,” Tom said, hoping like hell he wasn’t telling a bald-faced lie. Howard hadn’t exactly said he’d play, but he’d said he’d help, and that was probably good enough for now. “I’m going to order the equipment, and once it comes we can set it up and see how it works. Is that okay?”
    Davey nodded. At least he seemed calmer.
    Greg moved away from Davey and slowly stood up. He motioned toward the back of the living area, and Tom followed him. “Thank you. He’s been like this most of the week, and I don’t know what to do.”
    “He’s grieving,” Tom said.
    “No one died,” Greg whispered.
    “His sight did. He’s grieving its loss. I think it’s probably normal. He’s ten years old and doesn’t have the words to describe all the things he’s feeling, so it comes out in frustration and anger.”
    “How do you know all this?”
    “I majored in psychology in school,” Tom explained. “The money stuff came purely by accident. Help him through what he’s feeling and do your best to give him a voice.”
    Greg nodded and looked over at Davey.
    “He also needs something to occupy his time. A major sensory input is gone. He used to watch television, play video games, and things like that. Those are gone too. He’s going to mourn the loss of each thing he discovers he can’t do anymore. So you have to have ideas of things he can do. If he were older, he’d find them himself, but he’s young enough that he’s going to need your help.”
    “I can hear you,” Davey called.
    Greg raised his eyebrows. “Would you like to stay for dinner? I think we could both use some company.”
    “If you don’t think I’m intruding,” Tom said.
    “You’d be a godsend.”
    Tom agreed to stay as long as he could help with dinner. “So what do you want to do, Davey?” he asked as he walked closer to where he sat. Davey shrugged. “Do you have a computer?”
    “Duh.”
    “Davey,” Greg scolded.
    “It’s in my room,” Davey supplied with a little less attitude.
    “I’ll get it,” Greg volunteered, and he returned with a tablet. Greg handed it to him, and Tom began searching.
    “Have you ever read The Hobbit ?” Tom asked. Davey shook his head. “Do you want to?” When Davey nodded, Tom found an audio version and bought it after Greg put in the password, then waited for it to download. He placed the tablet in Davey’s hands and started the story. Then he explained where the volume control was and stepped away. Few things soothed a haggard spirit like a good story. Once Davey seemed to settle into the tale, Tom got up and left Davey alone.
    “I should have thought of that,” Greg said.
    “I suggest you get him a good headset, because there are lots of stories available, and since you said he liked to read, he’ll go through a lot of audiobooks. I’d get him an iPod or something