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Show Pilar took a deep breath. Then she jumped, momentarily suspended in air, as Kim tried unsuccessfully to block the ball. A satisfying feeling of success came over Kim as she watched Pilar's shot swoop through the basket. It was almost as if she herself had made the shot. "See what I mean?" Kim said. "That was great. Remember, the basket's the main target, not the opponent. Now let's play for real. " At first, Pilar shot with a tentative, uncertain look on her face, and purposely, Kim kept from jumping her highest until she could see that Pilar was gaining confidence with each basket she made. She didn't worry a lot about Pilar guarding her, because the Mexican was almost an inch taller than her and had a smooth strong jump that made it easy for her to block Kim's shots. Kim was playing her hardest, and still the score was even after fifteen minutes at eighteen all. Over and over Pilar shot until Kim was jumping her highest to block Pilar's shots. Twice, Kim went up expecting a jump shot only to see Pilar fake and turn around for a lay-up. Pilar was the first one to get to twenty one. Her shiny face, wet with perspiration, was beaming like child's at a candy counter. "You've got it! " cried Kim. "You won me!" For the first time in her life, Kim felt genuinely happy she had been beaten. Not just because she wanted to 114 |
