Brown hair tumbles down, framing a soft brown face and bright eyes. That day I was happy I didn't have a catering business to run off to. Were can this love go? On the court, the women line up for a free-throw. Monica quickly composes herself and goes back to her work. Die Zehnjährige widmet jede Minute ihrer Freizeit dem Basketball-Spiel. His knee twists at a sickening angle.
She pulls it open, kicks off her heels and climbs through. It's honest and perceptive about love and sex, with no phony drama and a certain quiet maturity. A long scar runs across his knee cap. Playing in front of my family, hanging out with my girls. But denying the truth with myself Im only playing. He hands her back her cup.
But I guess you'll stick your dick in anything. This ain't about us anymore, it's about me. Quincy shakes his head, moves to the keg line. This often resulted in technical fouls at critical moments of games, getting benched, and eventually pushing away many potential scouting opportunities due to her lack of control. She drives down court, goes up for a lay up. He puts up a quick three and it banks hard off the rim.
Nona grabs an envelope beside her and throws it at him. Monica holds her card, Camille holds the cake. She pulls open the blinds and light floods the room. But for right now, it's law school. Ten seconds left, you run out the clock. Sidra looks at Monica as she rises, crosses over. Quincy's told me about you.
He waits for more, but nothing comes. A large bandage covers Monica's cheek. Monica goes for a score, Quincy pushes her, and she gets a little scar that will be on her right cheek for the rest of her life. My love and basketball, when shall it begin. Sidra stands behind her, spotting. Nona holds up a large hoop earring. I've been running around all day.
She even finds Monica a college friend to take her to her spring dance. Just loving her causes so much stress. Anyway, I'm still trying to lose some of this baby fat. He looks at her, then pulls open the window. Cause I'd rather wear a jersey than an apron. They give each other a pound.
Quincy takes off from the hash-mark and throws down a monster jam. Quincy leans down, gives the little girl a kiss, then looks out at the court. Monica lays still for a moment, then pushes herself up and walks to the free-throw line without a word. Quincy watches her, then turns and walks away. Must be the lords test, my first quest. Zeke watches for a beat, then pulls open Quincy's door, steps inside.
Quincy McCall Omar Epps and Monica Wright Sanaa Lathan grew up in the same neighborhood and have known each other since childhood. Quincy stands at the top of the driveway, ball in hand. Monica tosses the ball back to Quincy. Quincy stumbles, giving her a step. By this time, Monica has decided to give up basketball and work at a bank with her dad instead. She lays still for a moment, stunned by the impact. No more egos, no more bullshit.