She was quite the formidable opponent, Jason thought with grudging respect.
“Giving up yet?” Erin taunted.
“Not a chance,” he muttered, and bent down.
“You can’t make that,” she said.
“Yes, I can. And you’ll see.”
“I don’t think so. No one could.”
“I can, and I will.”
“That’s ridiculous. You’d have to ricochet off of the side!”
“I know.”
“No way,” she said.
“Just see.” He bent down and made his shot, as quickly and smoothly as ever.
The black 8-ball slowly rolled into a corner pocket. Erin stood there agape.
Jason nodded. “Told ya,” he said.
Victory was sweet.
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