A Quarter for a Kiss by Winter  The glass of Peter's wrist watch
caught the sun, and the reflection hit me straight in the eyes.
For a second, I was blinded, but that was enough. The tennis
ball hit me on the side of the head, and I cursed out loud. It
hadn't been a hard toss, but it still hurt. I picked it up and
threw it back as hard as I could. He stepped aside, agile like
any ballet dancer, and caught it with one hand. Bouncing up and
down, he waited eagerly for me to get ready, then he threw it to
me again. This time, I caught it, but instead of keeping up the
game, I just shook my head and sat down on the soft lawn. The
kid actually did a cartwheel as he ran to join me.  "You're not
giving up already, are you?" He sank down beside me. "You're
still missing E-Y, Johan. I still haven't even gotten the D."
"I don't believe you can run around in this weather." I shook my
head. "It's gotta be a hundred degrees in the shade."  "So stay
out of the shade." He giggled as I groaned and tried to swat
him. "Wanna