30The next morning, I scored maybe two baskets. Hugo gloated. I think I added a decade to his life. But I was barely awake and felt as if I hadn't slept at all which was close to the truth. He pointed to my eyes.
“The last time I saw bags like that, my wife was playing mah-jong with her friends.”
“Ha. Ha. I'm just a little tired. I got to bed late last night.”
He threw the ball down in disgust. “Ach, there's no point in playing anymore. There's no challenge.”
“Since when have I ever been a challenge?”
“Let's go for a swim,” he said abruptly and began to totter toward the locker room. I followed, like the guileless victim I knew myself to be.
I hadn't told Roberto about my new living arrangements. Not yet anyway. He was my partner and when it came down to it, a very decent guy, just e
