Mike Lupica - Hot Hand
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It?s simple. All Billy Raynor wants to do is shoot. After all, he is one of the best shooters in the league. But with his dad as his coach, and his parents newly separated, somehow everything?s become complicated. His brother Ben, the piano prodigy, hardly talks anymore. His mom is always traveling on business. And his dad is always on his case about not being a team player. But when Ben?s piano recital falls on the same day as the championship game, it is Billy who teaches his dad the true meaning of being a team player. #1 New York Times bestseller Mike Lupica scores from downtown with this new series for young middle-grade readers.
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Acknowledgments
My thanks, as always, to those who so generously read my books as they are being written: my wife, Taylor; Esther Newberg; William Goldman; Susan Burden; and, of course, Michael Green.
And, as always, I thank the children whose spirit runs through all these books:
Chrisopher, Alex, Zach and Hannah.
ONE
It had been three days since Billy Raynors dad told them that he was going to live in a different house.
His mom explained that it was something known as a trial separation.
Yeah, Billy thought, a separation of thirteen blockshed counted them up after looking at the map in the phone bookplus the train station, plus the biggest park in town, Waverly Park, where all the ballfields were.
His parents could call it a trial separation all they wanted, try to wrap the whole thing up in grown-up language, the way grown-ups did when they had something bad to tell you. But they werent fooling Billy.
His dad had left them.
Now his mom was leaving, too.
She wasnt leaving for good. It was just another one of her business trips, one Billy had known was coming. Shed told him and his sister and his little brother that she had to go back up to Boston for a few days because of this big case she was working on. A real trial, instead of a dumb trial separation. That was why it was no big surprise to him that her suitcases were in the front hall again, lined up like fat toy soldiers. And why it was no surprise that the car taking her to the airport, one that looked exactly like the other long, black, take-her-to-the-airport cars, was parked in the driveway with the motor running.
Another getaway car, Billy thought to himself, like in a movie.
From the time his mom had started to get famous as a lawyer, even going on television sometimes, she always seemed to be going somewhere. Now it was because of a case shed been working on for a while. She said it was an important one.
But as far as Billy could tell, they all were.
So she was going to be up in Boston for a few days. And his dad was now on the other side of town, even though it already felt to Billy like the other side of the whole country. Billy was ten, and both his parents were always telling him how bright he was. But he wasnt bright enough to figure out what had happened to their family this week.
He wondered sometimes if he was ever going to figure out grown-ups.
His best friend, Lenny, said you had a better chance of figuring out girls.
All he knew for sure, right now, the end of his first official week of living with only one parent in the house, was this: It was about to be no parents in the house. And on this Saturday morning, with his sixteen-year-old sister, Eliza, still at a sleepover and his brother, Ben, already at his piano lesson, pretty soon it would be the quietest house in the world. With their dad gone, at least the arguing between his parents had stopped. Only now Billy couldnt decide what was worse, the arguing or the quiet.
Of course, Peg would be around. Peg: the nanny who had always seemed to be so much more to Billy.
To him, Peg had always been like a mom who came off the bench and into the game every time suitcases were lined up in the hall again and one of the black cars was back in the driveway. It had been that way with Peg even before his dad had up and moved out.
Billys mom had finished up a call on her cell phone while he finished his breakfast. His dad used to make the pancakes on Saturdays. But his mom had done it today, maybe trying to act like things were normal even if they both knew they werent.
His mom, whose first name was Lynn, sat down next to him on one of the high chairs they used when they were eating at the counter in the middle of the kitchen.
Hey, pal, she said.
Hey.
He speared the last piece of pancake and pushed it through the puddle of syrup on his plate.
Im sorry to be leaving so soon, after.... She hesitated, like she could sometimes when Billy would hear her upstairs in her bedroom, practicing one of her courtroom speeches at night.
After Dad left us, Billy said. Thats what you were going to say, wasnt it?
Youre right, I was, his mom said. So soon after that. But you understand it cant be helped, right? I know you dont think your dad and I did a very good job of explaining whats happened to us all. But I hope I explained why I had to go back up to Boston today.
Billy the bright boy said, Mom, I know its your job.
And, Lynn Raynor said, you understand why Im having you and Ben and Eliza stay here with Peg and not move over to your dads place, dont you?
His mom had already gone over this about ten times. Now Billy was afraid she was going to do it all over again. Maybe it was something lawyers did, explained things until you practically knew them by heart.
I understand that part, Mom, he said. This is our home. And you dont want us to get in the habit of going back and forth between you and dad until
Until this whole thing sorts itself out, his mom said, finishing his thought for him.
Billy nodded, even though that was the part he really didnt get, since it seemed to him that things had sorted themselves out already.
They were here.
His dad was there.
Case closed, as his mom liked to say.
Got it, he said.
Hey, she said, getting down off her chair. How about a hug?
Billy jumped down and gave her one, harder than hed planned. What she had always called the Big One.
You be the man of the house while Im away, she said. Okay?
Okay.
It was the same thing his father had said on Wednesday before he drove away.
But Billy Raynor didnt want to be the man of the house.
He just wanted to be a kid.
TWO
At least it was basketball season.
Billy wasnt the best player on his ten- and eleven-year-old team in the Rec League at the YMCA. Lenny DiNardo was the best player on the Magic, by a lot, even if Billy would never admit that to him. Lenny was one year and one month older than Billy, and seemed to do almost everything better than Billy.
For now, Billys favorite part about basketball was shooting. His dad was always getting on him to pass more, telling him that there was no law against him passing the ball once in a while, that basketball wasnt one against five, that the last time hed checked, it was still five against five. But Billy thought of himself as a shooter, one of the best shooters in their league. It wasnt like their team had been losing, so even though he would pass up an open shot sometimes and pass to somebody else, he really didnt think there was anything wrong with the way he played.
His mom would sometimes jokeat least before his dad moved outthat the first thing Billy had inherited from his father was stubbornness.
His dad coached their team. When somebody would ask Joe Raynor what his sons position was, hed put his hands together like he was getting ready to shoot and say, This position, pretty much.
If Billy was anywhere nearby hed say, Funny one there, Dad.
Most of the time, of course, there werent a lot of laughs around the Magic. His dad was a tough coach, even with Billy. Especially with me, Billy thought. Hard core was the way his dad would describe his approach to basketball, even Rec League basketball at the Y. He said that was the way hed been taught to play basketball, and that was the way he was going to teach it.
One time Lennys dad, a pretty funny guy who didnt seem to take basketball or anything else too seriously, said that it was tough love around Joe Raynors basketball team, but without much love.
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