The category was basketball.
"Here we go for $100.00," the host said. "The answer is, 'Sounds like the favorite shot of Peter Pan's nemesis'."
I made a buzzing sound.
"What is a hook shot, Alex?"
I was right.
"Mike?" Jane asked. "Who do you think broke into Mocha Daze?"
"Just some punks looking to get some cash and fuck things up."
"Why does Hugo think you did it?"
"I don't know. I wish I did. He's just angry and needs a whipping boy. Yours truly has been chosen."
"Height," the t. v. said. "In feet of the rim of the basket."
I watched and said, "Ten."
"Please put that in the form of a question," said Jane.
"What is 'ten,' Alex?"
"You are correct," Jane said, kissing me. "It makes me mad. You were with me most of that night. He shouldn't be blaming you."
"I've got some problems that would make Hugo think I did it."
"Like?"
"Some things in the past."
Jane was cuddled-up next to me in her bed. I stared at the ceiling and listened to her sleep. I wondered why she and Fran broke up. Scratch that--Listening to Fran remind me every five minutes not to leave the toilet seat up and I know a reason. I could torch the house, but as long as the seat was down it'd be okay.
I watch the sleeping woman next to me and I'm jealous. She's done some- thing I'll never do.
She's made love with Fran.
Did she curl-up like this after they'd finished? Did Fran?
I stopped myself. I better watch my step, or I'll end up like Greg. Obsessed and alone.
I kissed Jane's cheek, closed my eyes and went to sleep.
