22Early the next morning, Hugo reeled off 8 baskets in a row.
“You are good for my ego. You give me the energy to carry on. I owe my life to you.”
“I think you're exaggerating just a bit,” I said, standing at the foul line, still trying to break the ice. I bounced the ball several times, feeling the spring off the floor. I looked at the back side of the rim and aimed, focusing on the arc of the ball. It went in with a swoosh.
“Nice shot,” Hugo muttered grudgingly, conceding the point.
“Thanks. It may be the only one I get.”
“I would like to think so.” I shot again and got it in, some sort of record for me. Hugo's bushy grey eyebrows shot up in surprise. To his delight, I missed the next one. We played on and as usual I lost but I managed to sink nine shots, better than I'd done in a w
