Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
A crowd was forming.
Emma had declared herself Hutch’s one-girl cheerleading squad and was shouting her encouragement while she did random straight arm moves and kicked out her hips.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The kid brought back the ball, his eyes wide, his Adam’s apple bobbing and…
Whoosh!
“That’s fifteen,” the kid said, handing him the ball.“You get to pick from that shelf?—”
Whoosh!
I jumped and clapped.
“Oh my God, Hutch!You go!”I yelled.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
We had a huge crowd and now everyone was shouting encouragement.
Whoosh!
At this point, the kid was as excited as everyone else.
“One more, man, you got this!”he yelled, bending his knees and leaning over, shifting his weight from foot to foot and clapping his hands like Hutch was going to pass him the ball.
But I was freaking.
He wasthis closeto winning.
What if he?—?
Whoosh!
A wave of sound struck us as the crowd went wild, and being part of that crowd, Tonks danced and howled.
I was so into it, dragging my dog with me, I threw myself at him.
He caught me at the waist with one arm and pulled me up his body.
