On Fridays his last class ended at quarter after four; on this particular Friday, three weeks into the first full month of the semester, Jo swung by the cafeteria for a quick bite to eat and hoped to see someone he knew whom he might interest in a game of one-on-one after dinner.
No dice.
The night was still young—he might meet up with someone at the gym, so he headed there next. He paid for a locker each semester so he wouldn’t have to lug his court clothes around campus, so he stopped by the locker room first to change, then headed down to the courts, dribbling a basketball the whole way. The sounds of the ball bouncing off the concrete floor reverberated and echoed dully back to him from the close corridor. As he approached the double doors leading out the gym, he listened for the squ
