8“Be positive,” Hugo said, as he sank a two-pointer to put him up 19 to 4. In the last half dozen games with him, I don't think I'd scored more than 7 points a game. He'd noticed that I'd been more distracted than usual. “If you tell yourself nothing is wrong, it will be okay. Nothing to worry about.”
Easy for you to say, I thought. At 87, what else could happen to him? I shot wide. Hugo sank the last basket. He'd been through the war, he'd had colon cancer and survived, he almost lost the sight in his right eye due to an industrial accident, so Hugo had suffered more than most and he was still upbeat. And still beating me at basketball. “I guess you're right,” I said.
“Ah, come on. You are a young man not old like me. You have a lot to live for yet. Don't give up. What do you say to ano
