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“It is kind of loud,” I agree.
I bend down on one knee, so I’m face-to-face with him. “You know what? I’d love to play catch with you. Can I play in my dress, or do I need to go change?”
“You can play in your dress. The girls at school do it all the time.”
“Well, okay. If they can do it, so can I.” I stand and take him by his hand.
“Sophie, you don’t have to,” Dallas starts.
“I know, but I want to, and I think Gram would have wanted to, too, if she were here right now.”
She nods, and we head outside. She grabs a baseball and a couple of mitts from the back of the truck. Then, the three of us stand out in the driveway, away from the parked cars, and start playing catch.
I keep pretending that every toss Beau sends my way is so fast that it actually hurts my gloved hand to catch it. I drop a few on purpose, and I miss a few. Beau giggles and runs after each attempt I make to throw it back at him while Dallas “coaches” me from the sideline.
I watch as he trots after a runaway ball, and I think to myself, Gram would definitely be smiling at us playing catch at her wake.