us in shape.
I felt like a Boy Scout helping an old lady across the street.
âWe there yet?â he asked.
âDonât be dumb,â I said. âYou can look for yourself.â
âNo,â he said. âI canât.â
âHuh?â
âTyler,â he said. âI have weird allergies. Sometimes they act up. But never this bad.â
He stumbled a bit.
âIâm scared,â he said, âreal scared. I canât see. Itâs like the whole world is gray.â
It took Riley an hour to get his vision back. Although he could see again, he was no longer the same person heâd been before. I discovered that a few days later as we were driving toward Youth Works for our next visit. Riley turned down the volume of the car stereo.
âWhy you listen to country music is beyond me,â he said.
I took my right hand off the steering wheel and turned the volume up again. âBecause I can understand the words.â
I braked hard to miss a truck that had suddenly slowed in the left lane.
He took advantage of the distraction and turned the volume down again. âWords? Thatâs dumb. Itâs called listening to music, remember? You jam a CD in your stereo and listen to music. Not words.â
Safely past the truck, I turned onto Fifth Avenue, toward Youth Works. I also turned up the volume. Again. âItâs not music when the singers are screeching like theyâve slammed their fingers in a door.â
He turned the knob down. Again. âSometimes you act like an old man,â he said. ââScreeching singersâ is something my dad would say.â
I turned it up. âI act like an old man?â
He turned it down. âYeah, an old man. Like you donât want to take chances.â
I turned it up. âIf I need a psychologist, youâll be the first person I call.â
He turned the volume down. It wasnât funny anymore.
âCould be Iâm the one who needs a psychologist,â he said. His voice was quietand serious. âDo you ever think about dying?â
I left the volume turned down. Maybe I hadnât heard him right. âDying?â
âDying,â he repeated.
I let the word hang in the air, trying to decide what to say. But I didnât know what to say to Riley. So I just listened.
âLook,â he said, âI trust you. But if you ever tell any of the guys on the team I started talking about this, Iâll kill you.â
âI wonât say anything. But why are you thinking aboutââ
âDying?â
âYeah,â I said. âI mean, weâre hockey players. Weâre not supposed to think.â
âWeâre also not supposed to suddenly go blind for an hour for no reason at all.â
âI agree,â I said. âThat was weird.â
It had been weird. Although a few days had passed, the doctors were still no closer to figuring out what had happened to Riley during practice.
âTyler, Iâll admit I was scared when everything went gray. You know that.â
For the next few seconds we both thought about him losing his sight as I slowed the Jeep in front of the Youth Works building. I pulled on the parking brake and half opened my door.
Rileyâs voice stopped me.
âNothing like that ever happened to me before,â Riley said. âIâve never felt helpless like that. I was blind for an hour, but I didnât know if my vision would ever come back. Now I keep wondering if Iâll suddenly go blind again. And what if I stay blind?â
âWell, you could always get a job as a referee.â
âThis is not the time to be funny,â he said.
I snapped my mouth shut.
âSo I started thinking about my heart,â Riley continued. âI mean, there it is, pumping blood all by itself without me telling it to. What if it stopped all of a sudden, for no reasonâjust like I went blind for no reason. For that