That's So Right

"Is it okay that we've been driving around this much?" Raymond asked, "do you want me to give you gas money?"

Carver answered, "it's no problem. I have my parents' card."

He tossed the disc over the fence, and then they both hopped over awkwardly after it. Carver thought about that a lot, that he wished he could just vault over it like other kids from school. He was short though. That was the problem.

The sun beat down. It was Saturday.

They both stepped cautiously down the hill to the turf football field below, feet turned sideways. Raymond slipped a little. He didn't fall.

"Gosh, I can't believe Burk was trying to invite himself to come with us after lunch today," Carver said.

Raymond shook his head a little. "He's a nice guy, but he's just so boring. It drives me crazy."

"That's so right," Carver said.

On the field, they stood thirty yards apart and then started tossing. Forehand, backhand, hammer. It went like that. There were no words.

After a few tosses, Raymond's hammer slipped up and went the wrong way.

"Sorry," he said.

"Don't worry about it," Carver responded, "I mean, it happens to everyone."