The kids really enjoyed him. They gave him hugs, high-fives and shook his hand.

I want to pitch but it's a game-time decision. But if Carly is striking out everybody and they are hitting off me then she should be the one pitching.

They will be the architects of my fate, I think to myself, despite what Sybil said about my being the author of my own destiny.

After years of pretending at emotions, he'd grown to appreciate their mystery, their chaos and randomness. Sometimes they were predictable, one-dimensional, almost stupid - other times they were so confounding, complex, and exquisite that he was convinced humans really were as special as they thought themselves to be.