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Show to win this one bad. If we're winning, coach'11 put you in at the quarter. She put on her green sweater to keep her muscles warm and sat with Pilar on the first row of the bleachers. After the starting buzzer blared, Miss Fites never once looked in her direction. She just paced nervously up and down the court following the players. At half time Miss Putnam's led by fifteen points. Neither Kim nor Pilar had played. The lump in Kim's throat was almost choking her to death. Miss Fites led the team into the locker room and told them how great they were doing. Then she gave them pointers on how to get around number eight on the Simmons team. She was a big guard who had taken most of the rebounds. Fourth quarter. Kim still hadn't played. She could hardly force herself to look at Pilar, who must have been feeling as low as she was. Only two minutes left in the game. At last, Miss Fites walked over to Kim ."Long," she said pointing her clipboard towards Carol Ann, "you go in for Martin, and Pilar, you take 0'Dell's place." Two minutes left in the game. After all that practicing-hours and hours with Pilar beyond what the team practiced. She had hoped Coach would have put her and Pilar in at least at the third quarter. Now she was substituting in the last two minutes when Miss Putnam's couldn't loose if they walked off the court and went to Hawaii. Nevertheless, for two minutes, she gave it all she 122 |