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know.'
    'So why don't you two talk?'
    'It's a long story,' David said. 'We had a problem. It's all in the past now.'
    'So why don't you call him?'
    'I will. But not yet. It's not time.'
    Not time? Laura had not understood. She still didn't.
    'Just get here fast, T.C.,' she said now, her voice quivering. 'Please.'
    'I'm on my way.'
    In Boston, Massachusetts, home of the beloved Celtics, T.C. placed the phone receiver back in its cradle. He glanced down at his dinner -- a Burger King Whopper and fries he had picked up on the drive home -- and decided he was no longer hungry. He reached for a cigar and lit it with a Bic lighter. Then he picked up the phone again and dialed. When the receiver was lifted on the other end, he spoke three words: 'She just called.'
    Twenty-seven hours passed. Terry Conroy, known to his friends as T.C., a nickname given to him by David Baskin, fastened his seat belt as Qantas flight 008 made its final approach before landing in Cairns, Australia. It had been a long journey, beginning with an American Airlines flight from Logan to LAX then from Los Angeles to Honolulu with Qantas, and finally, the flight from Honolulu to Cairns. Almost twenty hours in the air.
    T.C. pushed open his shade and looked down. The water of the southern Pacific was unlike any other he had ever beheld. The color was not merely blue. Describing it as blue would be like describing Michelangelo's Pieta as a piece of marble. It was so much more than simply blue, too blue really, gleaming in its purity. T.C. was sure he could see straight through the miles-deep water right to the bottom. Small islands dotted the ocean's canvas, beautiful landscapes formed from the rainbow corals of the Great Barrier Reef.
    He loosened his seat belt because his newly formed gut was getting crunched. Too much junk food. He looked down at his rolls of flesh and shook his head. He was starting to get fat. Ah, face facts. For a guy under thirty he was already too flabby. Maybe he would start an exercise program when he got back to Boston.
    Sure, right. And maybe he'd meet an honest politician.
    He threw his back against his seat.
    How did you know, David? How did you know for sure?
    T.C. had turned twenty-nine last week, the same age as David. They had been roommates at the University of Michigan for four years, best friends, amigos, partners, equals; and yet David had always awed him. It wasn't his basketball ability -- awesome as it was -- that set him apart. It was the man, the man who seemed to let problems and unhappiness run over him like small ripples of water. Most felt David was carefree because he had everything going for him, that he had never known real hardship or conflict, but T.C. knew that was bullshit, that David had survived the early wallops to end up on top, that he still had his moments of private hell that fame and fortune could not counter.
    'It's not real, T.C.,' David had told him during his rookie season with the Celtics.
    'What's not?'
    'The fame. The girls. The groupies. The adulation. The people who hang around you because you're famous. You can't let it mean anything.'
    'Well, then what is?'
    'The game,' he replied, his eyes lighting up. 'The feeling on the court. The competition. The moment when the game is on the line. A perfect pass. A fade-away jumpshot. A dunk. A clean block. That's what's it's all about, T.C.'
    And years later, T.C. thought now, Laura was put on the top of that list.
    The Boeing 747 landed with a thump and began to coast towards the small terminal building. David. T.C. shook his head, thinking he'd seen just about everything in the last few years but this . . . Hell, it wasn't his place to ask a lot of questions. It was his place to help. Explanations would come later.
    He filled out the quarantine form, grabbed his suitcase off the rotating carousel, passed through customs and walked to the waiting area where Laura said she would meet him. The electronic doors slid open and T.C. found himself in front