“Hey, you look different.”
“Naw, same old me.”
Bobby c****d his head. “No, there’s something different.”
“Just serve the ball.” Ty laughed, turned away from the net, then turned back. “You any good at this?”
“No.” Bobby chuckled too. It was late June. School was out for the summer. They were on one of the green-painted asphalt courts of the school complex between Sixth and Seventh streets. “This is only my fourth time. How about you?”
“You’re up on me by one. Olivia needed somebody to beat!” Bobby and Ty were now next to each other, the net between them. Olivia was back at the baseline, stretching.
“I didn’t know you guys knew each other,” Bobby said.
“Yeah. I bought a couple of houses through her. You know, they say you’re not there anymore.”
“Aw, you know, a little. I’m trying to
