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Show &**>*?&% /^O-T-^^-4 or A^fc,- / p / ^ C - Q It'; a good serve, a tricky apin to the right, ana Dad's return is weak. I try to blast it past his left hand, but he pic:<s it up and driver it to the ceiling, a smart shot that gives him time to get into position and take the offensive. I run ba>:. k and lob it past Dad an the right. His eyes never leave the ball as he runs b^ck to return it, slamming a fast pass ahot do-jj- the right. I'm a litcle out o^ position, but I a.n still -•j b La to -• t a strong one to t h a 1 •- r c, making him run. The ..olI:-?y moves at a Furious pace, and /.nee.- a?Kzr returning a we 11-c, L ac ac pass shot, I :as- into the ^all full tilt, unaoie to stop iTiij a t f i.': time. The offensive advantage sway: bacK and forth, not staying with either o •" ua :ong enough to allow us to end the volley. Dad puts it to my right hano and I hit it to the left corner He waits :or it to bounce, planning to tako it as it cumes up. but just as - he^ins his swing, the- ball spins up from the floor and careens : :• f at an unexpected angle, accompanied by a shout of triumph from my c-rnev of the court Well, that's that. Score: twenty one-nineteen. Winner: me. Dad -hakas his head at me and grins. "Good game. " As wc walk out of the court to get a drink, I take off my gloves and examine my hands. They are redi and if I look at them carefully I can sea? they am a little swollen. usher than that, ouita normal. I gat my drink and walk back into the court for our second game. "Are you ready to get whomped ?", i:ad asks as he throws me the ball. -6- |
