Henry felt lucky. He had four friends.
Exactly enough to make a basketball team.
To Henry, playing sports was better than triple-scoop ice cream. Better than the circus coming to town. Better than anything.
Henry dribbled the ball just inside the chalk line he’d drawn across his driveway. It marked the boundary of his backyard basketball court.
He did a spin move and drove for the basket. A layup is too easy, thought Henry. Instead, he pulled up short. He aimed and threw up a mid-range jump shot. Swish!
“I could squash