ComChapter 9, Seeing No EvolMatt Frawley's arms are glistening in the slanting rays of Augustsunshine. He dribbles behind his back, wrong footing his... defender. Mattdeftly crosses the ball over, changing direction and bounce passes it toAntoine, who is streaking down the court on the fast break and scores aneasy lay up. Matt whoops a victorious hurrah, and his blue eyes for amoment meet mine until he is distracted by Antoine. They bang theirchests and hand slap, grunting a comradely cheer. . In her slurred speech she asked for another shot and a new glass of wine."Lady, I shouldn't even serve you the wine, but I will." The bartender seemed disgusted with her. "But there'll be no more vodka for you -- at least not here. They could have my license for it." He placed a fresh glass of wine before her and moved away.She stared down into the pink liquid sadly. I noticed her deep sigh followed by a tear that dropped into the wine. I was observing her in the mirror behind the bar, so when. Well, I better get started repairing the damage.When Carol came out of the shower she was dressed in a pair of lose fitting shorts and an equally lose fitting blouse. Never the less, I could see that she was wearing a bra.'You want a drink?' I asked.'Sure,' Carol said. She sat on the sofa and watched me pour her a glass of coconut rum. It was her favorite. We sat in silence for a while.Finally I spoke up. 'Hey, tomorrow is your birthday. Let’s do it up right. Since tomorrow is Sunday let’s. Suddenly a shadow fell across her as Terrell stepped close.Feeling as good as she did right now, Ursa was happy to see her lover of the previous evening. He'd been the best one she'd had so far, and those memories, along with the languid feeling of lying here now under this alien sun, left her about as happy as Ursa was able to be.She hoped he didn't have harsh words for her about what she'd done. Some of her lovers hadn't been able to even offer a polite "Hello" before rejecting her.