although the sport was alien to her. She had tried watching games with Walt and the boys on several occasions but could never quite figure out what the players were doing. They threw the ball, they all fell down, and then they all got up. None of it had any rhyme or reason as far as she could see.
wasn’t in the mood to wave back but managed a perfunctory nod.
“Sometimes in life we need to just let things go, let other people have their way, even if we’re sure we’re right.”
Aquarians get to be like dogs hanging on to a bone. They get an idea, and it’s hard for them to rethink their ways. They can do it though.” She pointed one long, skinny finger at Gram, who nodded. “Aquarians are tough cookies. If they try, they can realign their way of thinking for their own good.”