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He came low meeting my eyes, with his fingers in the grass supporting his body like a halfback. Two, I answered. My father nodding his leaf shadowed bald head rising, with the sun singing it's acknowledgment to my blindness, through the leaves, branches, and flowers of the Dog Wood trees. He was asking my mother, calling her Mary, if she wanted to go in, but she could only say so sweetly how beautifully shiney the Rhodendrum were. They looked like orchid's, under our front small cut diamond shaped windows waiting to be pinned on a soft girl after a fall football game. Let's be walking around to the back yard Rudy, before we go in. So we walked past the garage-door, around to the small sidewalk, that ran to the side of our home, where the neighbors follage was close comeing over a falling rusty fence. My father could touch the rain trough hanging from the shingled garage roof slanting so low. Me coming around to the back brown French kitchen door; and up close trying to jump up and see through it's squared window pains of back of the house mystery. My father picking me up and putting me away from the door near the fence and follage. He was watching my mother walking into the back yard, when I heard him say, now try. My eyes jumping level with the beginnings of the window pains and me feeling big, but seeing nothing. I jumped again and saw everything become nothing. I jumped again and again, my eyes flashing with the windows. I had jumped alot, when I looked up at my father speaking; Did you see anything? Yes. I just know I did. I just know I did.