After a day when words wouldn’t come and all eyes seemed to watch, a boy and his father find peace by the river. “It’s just a bad speech day,” Dad reassures him. But the boy can’t stop thinking about the way people stared as his lips twisted and turned. Then, watching the river bubble, churn, whirl, and crash, he realizes something important: even the river stutters, just like him. “I talk like a river,” he says.
