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grumpily.
    â€œAt least you can go to school,” Maeve said to Sola.
    Sola shrugged her shoulders.
    â€œWe’ll do something fun every single day,” said Jack. “I promise.”
    â€œJack, Sabine needs a diaper change, I think,” said Maeve. “Would you?”
    â€œI’ll do it!” cried Edward. “She likes it when I change her. We count her toes in French. Un, deux, trois…”
    Wren rolled her eyes and Will counted with Edward.
    â€œâ€¦quatre, cinq, six, sept.”
    Edward grinned and plucked a diaper from a pile on the counter.
    As he left, we all called after him:
    â€œHuit, neuf, dix, onze…!”
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    We had baseball games because it was very warm for the fall. Sabine would sit on Albert Groom’s lap as Edward called out his pitches to her from the pitcher’s mound.
    â€œKnuckleball!”
    â€œSlider.”
    â€œChange up.”
    â€œThat’s a very bad habit, Edward,” said Albert,Sabine on his lap, looking at all that was in front of her: baseball, seawater, Weezer, and her favorite Edward.
    â€œI won’t do that when I pitch in the big leagues,” called Edward, making Albert and Trick laugh.
    â€œNo, you won’t,” said Trick, making Albert laugh more.
    For a while we could still have picnics and cookouts on the front lawn after baseball games, Sabine in her baby seat, waving her arms at us.
    Edward sang a French song to her when he tired of “O Canada.”
    Sur le pont d’Avignon
    L’on y danse, l’on y danse…
    But Sabine was never tired of “O Canada.” Finally Jack taught us the words and Edward made us all sing it before every baseball game.
    And then it got too cold for baseball, though Edward would have played through northeasters and snow.
    Edward and I took Sabine for walks in her stroller, with her snowsuit and knitted hat, down the sidewalks of the town, stopping every so often as people called “Sabine! Sabine!” from doorways and from across the street, running over to see her.
    â€œRemember that night?” I asked Edward.
    Edward knew what night I meant. It had been a month and a half ago.
    â€œYes,” said Edward. “That’s the night we met, Sabine. Do you remember that night?”
    His voice rose and Sabine turned her head to find his face.
    â€œAnd Angela Garden,” I said, and Edward and I both laughed and couldn’t stop.
    Edward tried to teach Sabine how to throw a ball, but she was too young to care. Thanksgiving had gone, then Christmas. And Sabine smiled atEdward all the time. Edward wrote that on his wall calendar. He also began to mark off the days until spring.
    â€œSpring,” he whispered to Sabine. “Baseball begins.”
    Chapter 12
    Edward marked off the calendar days one by one. And then it was spring. Edward tried to teach Sabine how to crawl. Sabine got up on her hands and knees now and rocked.
    â€œShe’ll crawl soon enough,” said Maeve. “And there will be trouble.”
    â€œFor now she’s stuck in neutral,” said Jack.
    It rained in the morning of the first day of spring baseball, and then the sun came out. On the front porch Edward was having a discussion with Sabine about rainbows.
    â€œColors, we’re looking for,” he said. “Colors!”
    He held her up, but all Sabine looked at was Edward. I could see the clouds and blue sky inher eyes—little globes of the world around her.
    â€œLook, Sabine,” said Edward. “There! Above the water. See? Blue, red, green? A sign!”
    Sabine’s drool fell on Edward’s cheek, sitting there like a teardrop.
    I laughed and leaned over to wipe it away.
    â€œYou and your signs, Edward.”
    Edward looked at me, Sabine’s cheek next to his.
    â€œYou’ll see one day, Jake. You’ll see,” said Edward.
    Maeve banged pots in the kitchen as Nanci Griffith sang “Gulf Coast Highway”