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Show to me and report your score. Is that clear?" From her tone Kim could tell it had better be clear. Kim started out at the first station shooting lay-ups. With a sidelong glance she could see Pilar at the first station. The Mexican had already started shooting, her dark face intent, as went in for a lay up. It was perfect. I've got to worrying about Pilar, Kim warned herself. It'll ruin my concentration. Her palms were so wet she could hardly hold the ball. Balls were darting and colliding at the basket, and Kim stood a minute until there was lull at the basket to make sure that her shot wasn't knocked out by another ball. She took careful aim, jumped, flicked the ball gently off her wrist the way Laura's brother had taught her and held her breath. It went in. Out of twenty shots, she missed only six. For the next hour Kim played the most intense basketball of her life, her face hot as a furnace when Miss Fites finally blew the whistle ending try outs. Pilar had finished before her, so Kim was able, by standing near the front of the girls, to read Pilar's score on Miss Fites clipboard. Pilar Casteneda 95 83 |