“Because you need to talk about your precious album right in the middle of the basketball court, the rest of the class needs to lose out? That’s fair, sure”
“Hey. Heeeyyyyy.”
Elchanan skidded to a halt just past the big double doors leading out of the school building. Behind him, several of his classmates came to an abrupt stop, too.
“What’s going on, Elchanan?” Meir Rottman asked, elbowing his way forward. “What happened to ‘basketball, basketball, everyone outside pronto, or we won’t have time for a game?’”
Someone snickered. Elchanan ignored it, shielding his eyes with one hand against the sunlight. “What on earth,” he asked, deceptively calm, “are they doing there?” He pointed ahead at the school’s basketball court, where a group of boys clustered smack in the center.
“Isn’t that Avi Shine?” someone asked. “How did they even get here so fast?”
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