Chapter 10
At the park the next weekend, Pete and Trey were playing two-on-two against a couple of guys from Josette. They’d already won three games that morning, and it wasn’t even lunchtime yet.
“Right here, cuz,” Trey called to Pete.
“Get open!” Pete called back.
The player from Josette was taller than Pete, and he had him stopped.
Trey spun to his left, then darted across the key. His defender tripped up and Pete found Trey with a fast pass. Trey laid it up for the game-winning point.
“All right!” Pete said. The cousins high-fived at the foul line.
“Any more takers?” Pete said to some other kids watching. No one replied.
“That’s fine,” Uncle Theo said, walking over. “It’s time for lunch anyway.”
“We’ve got burgers and chicken,” Dad added, “hot off the grill.”
Trey picked up the basketball. Then he and Pete jogged over to the picnic table. One of the boys from Josette called over to them as they were about to eat.
“Hey, you two!” the kid said. “Don’t you two go to Westfield and Eastlake?”
“Yeah,” Trey replied. “So?”
“Well, didn’t your teams play each other this week?” the Josette boy asked.
“Yes,” Pete called back.
“So who won?” the boy said.
Trey and Pete looked at their dads, then at each other. They turned to the boy from Josette and replied together with a shrug, “We don’t remember!”