The stage was set. We were up 23-22. I had Todd calling for the ball on the wing and Fuzz, dressed in his usual basketball attire of a torn concert t-shirt, jeans and old tennis shoes, under the basket shuffling uncomfortably back and forth. How he could see with all that hair in front of his face was beyond me.I snarled at Jeff as he wiped the sweat from his brow. "Remember, Barker, you run the distance events," I said, referring to his preferred track events."So?" he snapped back.A feral grin split my face. "It's a sprint to the basket."With that I faked to my right and then went to my left. He bit for split second, but it was enough to put him a half-step behind me. He rode my hip as I slashed to the basket. Gene, Jeff's dad, stepped up to fill the lane. He was wiry like Jeff, but a good three inches taller than me. I wasn't going over him, so I gave him a crossover dribble, moving the ball from my left to my right hand. I threaded the needle between Jeff and his dad just as they. I've got to get back to work," he shouted, already backing his truck out of the drive. "Welcome home, Cliff, we'll be in touch."That's the last I saw of Dave for three days. Was he staying away to let me get adjusted? Or had he surmised that I was going to be between jobs for a long time and was here to sponge off mom and dad until I could find a way to resurface in another city, under an assumed name?Mom and Dad welcomed me with open arms, keeping their curiosity to themselves. Mom's question, "how long can you stay with us, Honey?" was the nearest they got to what you would call meddling."As long as you can put up with me," I answered, jokingly.My brother brought his family over on Saturday night to meet the black sheep, me. I was a little relieved when it became apparent that I didn't know Tracy. She had moved to town a few years after I left. The kid was alert, but when they left, I didn't expect him to recognize me the next time we met.I walked around to reacquaint myself with.
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