Back The Turnover
Chapters (41)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. ONE
  4. TWO
  5. THREE
  6. FOUR
  7. FIVE
  8. SIX
  9. SEVEN
  10. EIGHT
  11. NINE
  12. TEN
  13. ELEVEN
  14. TWELVE
  15. THIRTEEN
  16. FOURTEEN
  17. FIFTEEN
  18. SIXTEEN
  19. SEVENTEEN
  20. EIGHTEEN
  21. NINETEEN
  22. TWENTY
  23. TWENTY-ONE
  24. TWENTY-TWO
  25. TWENTY-THREE
  26. TWENTY-FOUR
  27. TWENTY-FIVE
  28. TWENTY-SIX
  29. TWENTY-SEVEN
  30. TWENTY-EIGHT
  31. TWENTY-NINE
  32. THIRTY
  33. THIRTY-ONE
  34. THIRTY-TWO
  35. THIRTY-THREE
  36. THIRTY-FOUR
  37. THIRTY-FIVE
  38. THIRTY-SIX
  39. THIRTY-SEVEN
  40. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  41. Also by Mike Lupica

Mrs. Moretti coached the first game back after Christmas, the Saturday before school would start up again. She said Gramps had called her the day before and told her that he wouldn’t be able to make it back for the game.

“Did he say where he was calling from?” Lucas said.

“He did not,” she said.

“Did he say when he might be back?” Lucas said.

She shook her head. “So you and your mom still haven’t spoken to him?”

Now Lucas shook his head. “Have the people on the board decided what to do about him when he does come back, if he does?”

“Nothing has changed,” she said. “They want to talk to him before they make up their minds.”

They were ten minutes from the start of their game against the Harkness Pelicans. Lucas had just taken his last warm-up shot, making one last three-pointer before he came over to the bench. The rest of the guys were still out there, including Ryan, who was at least talking to Lucas for the first time in over a week. Lucas could still feel some attitude from him. But they had a game to play. And to win.

Mrs. Moretti came over and sat down next to Lucas as he drank some Gatorade.

“I need you to be my assistant coach today,” she said.

“You don’t need me to do anything but play,” he said.

She grinned. “I need a little more than that,” she said. “Nobody knows this team better than you do, maybe with the exception of the coach who’s not here today.”

“You’re here,” Lucas said. “You got this.”

“They used to call me a coach on the floor back in the day,” she said. “But it’s different when you’re out there. So you see anything today you think we should be doing, you tell me, okay?”

Lucas grinned and bumped her some fist.

When Ryan got back to the bench he said, “What was all that between you and my mom?”

“She was just making me promise to throw you the ball every chance I get,” Lucas said.

“She’s always telling me she has a brilliant basketball mind,” Ryan said. “That’s just more proof of it.”

Lucas nodded at him. “We good?” he said.

Ryan made a gesture with his hand that seemed to take in the whole gym, or maybe the day.

“We’re always good in here,” he said.