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Show Orientation Day, but it wasn't empty. At the far end of the court, someone was shooting baskets. Instantly, Kim recognized the long, black hair, the agile, lanky body. It was Pilar. As Kim stood watching the Mexican shoot baskets, the back of her neck bristled. What was Pilar doing here? All the boarders were supposed to be at the meeting. For this single hour the gym was to have been hers. She planned it that way all day. Not that she had to have the entire gym to herself. Had it been anyone else shooting baskets, she would have happily divided the territory. But it was different with Pilar. The same edginess she felt at dinner came over her now. As she watched Pilar's fluid body move the ball down the court, she became convinced thstt her hostile feelings were completely justified. Pilar was tall and well coordinated--a perfect build for the basketball team. She stood, motionless, scrutinizing Pilar's easy, dance-like moves. The Mexican was practicing lay-ups, driving into the basket from the foul line. With two smooth steps she was there, springing off her left foot and jumping gracefully up towards the basket. Carrying the ball with both hands, Pilar tossed it gently to the backboard. The ball bounced off the glass and through the basket without touching the rim. 68 |