Slump. Kevin Waltman

Nash slides up next to me. He bends over and puts his hands on his knees so it looks like he’s just catching his breath. But I know what’s coming, and I deserve it. He asks, just softly enough so the ref can’t hear, “You wanna talk some shit now, Bowen?”

      8.

      There’s a knock on the door in American History. When Mrs. Hulsey opens it she gets handed a note. She holds it up in the air like a police officer about to hand someone a ticket.

      “Derrick,” she says.