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undergone a C-section, so he knew the approximate location and direction of her scar, and he attempted to duplicate it. He feared most of all injuring the baby, if by some miracle it had survived the mother’s ordeal, but he also knew he need make no allowance for vanity. His incision didn’t need to be perfect, it just had to allow for the removal of… a baby boy.
    Solomon cut and tentatively reached a hand inside, where sure enough, he felt movement. As carefully as he could, he explored with his fingers until he felt he had enough to grab onto, and he pulled.
    Gray and slippery, covered in placenta and blood, crying a pitiful little cry, Karalaini and Jack’s baby entered the world. On a fishing trawler in the Koro Sea, weighing seven pounds and four ounces, although no one had the presence of mind to weigh him at the moment of his birth, Solomon (named for the man who delivered him) Jack Kano, who’d use the Fijian version of his surname, O’Connor, was born.

The Making of Champions

Chapter Eight

Logan
    “ M om , I can unpack my own clothes.”
    Logan and her parents were in her dorm room at Xavier University. It was move-in day for college athletes and her parents were doing what they did best; hovering.
    “But I know you,” her mother smiled as she hung up a dress in Logan’s wardrobe. “You’ll just ball everything up and throw it in drawers.”
    Logan opened her mouth to protest but instead just laughed. “Okay, maybe you have a point. Which is why you shouldn’t waste time going all Martha Stewart on my dorm room. By the end of this week your hard work will have been undone.”
    “End of this week?” her father interjected. “That’s way too generous. You mean end of this day!”
    All three of them laughed. It was true. Logan could be a mess at times. But who had time to clean their room when there was so much to do?
    She supposed it was time to change her cluttered ways now that she’d be living with someone else who may not appreciate what her father fondly referred to as her “floor-drobe.”
    Logan loved her parents more than anything, but she was eager for them to leave. Out her window she could see her fellow freshmen gathered in the quad, socializing and getting friendly with one another. She didn’t want to miss out on a single thing.
    “Guys,” Logan said, gently taking a pair of folded jeans from her mother’s hands. “I know you mean well. And I am so grateful for all you’ve done for me. But…”
    “You want us to go,” Chuck said.
    Logan smiled, throwing her arms around his shoulders. “I mean, I didn’t want to say it like that but… Yes. It’s time to let this baby bird fly on her own.”
    Her father squeezed her shoulder and suddenly fell into a bit of a coughing fit. Logan and her mother stared at him, worried.
    “Daddy, are you okay?” Logan said, patting his back.
    Chuck’s eyes were slightly bloodshot. He leaned on his knees with his hands.
    “I’m okay,” he finally said. “Just can’t seem to get rid of this damn cough. Nothing worse than a summer cold.”
    Logan nodded. “I know. You should get home and rest. Take some cough medicine, read a book, enjoy your retirement and your nice, quiet home.” She winked at him.
    He laughed. “It’s just hard to let go, Logan. You’ve been our whole world for 18 years.”
    Tracy Lowery, with tears in her eyes, grabbed onto her husband and her only daughter.
    “This is harder than we expected, sweetheart,” Tracy cried. “I knew one day this time would come, but it really seems to have come so fast. The days are long but the years are way too short.”
    Logan could feel her own heart breaking a bit at the sight of her mother crying.
    “I’m not far away,” Logan reminded her. “At least I didn’t accept that offer at UCLA.”
    Her mother laughed. “Yes, thank God for that. Because then I’d have to move to California.”

    * * *
    I t was the week before her debut game with Xavier when her mother