The Legends of Nethiah Page #4

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Take your time

with the decision.

You know, when two people

get married,

divorce is the furthest

thing from their minds.

You have children,

you raise a family,

make a better lot in life.

But along the way,

life tends to throw in

a curveball or two.

You and mom don't love

each other anymore.

No.

No, we don't.

Well, not the way we used to.

Then in what way?

Well...

look, I'm gonna

tell you this because...

I think you're old enough

to understand it.

When I first met your mom,

it was like nothing else

I had ever felt before.

It was like... you know how

when you're running real fast

and you gotta stop because

you gotta catch your breath?

It was like that.

Only that's how I felt

every time we were together.

And when we got married,

there wasn't a day

when the sun didn't rise

and set with her.

But sometime in the last year,

I stopped loving your mother

the way I used to

when we got married.

And I can't explain why...

I wish I could...

but one morning I just felt it.

And, here's the thing

about falling in love

that no one ever tells you,

but I'm telling you now...

you can always fall out of it.

I don't understand.

Well, you will, buddy,

when you get a little bit older.

Trust me.

Now, as far as who

you're gonna live with,

that decision

is completely up to you.

And your mom and I aren't gonna

try to sway you in any way.

We both love you very much.

How will I know if you're

gonna fall out of it?

You little grubber-ish... yah!

That kind of love...

no parent ever falls out of.

All right. Now,

you give that a whirl.

Come on.

Looks like you could

use a cold soda.

Hey, Tully.

You got the weight of

the world on your shoulders.

I can tell.

You got that look.

What look?

It's the way you carry yourself.

That hunched-over, "I can't put

anything else on my shoulder" look.

It's that obvious?

Know what helps with that?

Give me the ball.

Follow me.

Come over.

For whatever reason,

shooting free throws

always helped me

to get my mind straight.

You play a lot.

In school.

Starting point guard for

a team that went to State.

We lost but, we had a fun ride.

Now I only mess around

when the mood hits me.

Here, why don't you

give it a go?

Uh, I don't play.

It's not playing, it's shooting.

Cheapest therapy I know.

Here, take it.

Hold the ball like this.

Bring it over your head like so.

Keep your eye

on the back of the rim.

That's what you're aiming for.

You aim for the front,

you'll brick the shot for sure.

Now, when shooting...

your left hand guides the ball,

while your right hand

propels the shot.

Always, always,

always follow through

with your shooting hand.

Why?

Hell if I know, kid.

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