No Waiting(3)
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In the evening, I went to the basketball court.
I sat on the steps and watched Stanley play alone, not far away.
His movements showed that he was venting rather than training.
After throwing a three-pointer, he stopped playing and walked toward me with the ball in his arms.
I inched away from him.
He frowned and said impatiently, "Why are you hiding from me?" Then he sat beside me and habitually reached out his hand to me.
I realized that he was asking for water.
In the past, every time he finished playing, he took the water and towels I prepared for him, but I was obviously not prepared presently.
I really forgot.
He was a little angry. He lifted his basketball shirt and used it to wipe off the sweat on his face. He sat beside me and began interrogating me, "Why didn't you contact me for so long? Why didn't you answer the phone?"
I took a deep breath and asked him, "What do you want to say to me?"