Su is working as a day camp counselor for a couple of weeks during the summer, while I’ve got a part-time job at Pavone’s, a local deli. I stock shelves and sometimes work the cash register. There’s one awesome part of the job: I never have to stay past five o’clock, and sometimes I get to go before that.
“You leave early on game nights,” Mr. Pavone, a short, bald man who has owned the store for thirty years, said to me on the first day of work, after I mentioned my summer basketball league. “I don’t want you to be late.” Who am I to argue?
Games are on Wednesdays and Fridays at 6 p.m. The team has finally warmed up to me. I think I impressed them with the jump stop I picked up from the clinic.
“Where’d you pick up that move?” Kareem said after the fourth game. “All of a sudden you’re g
