Chapter 8: Patience Is a Virtue
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Skills knew something was wrong with Luke. He was sitting at the river court, with his hoodie covering his head, and his headphones blasting.
"Look sunshine," Skills said, sighing as he sat next to Luke on the bleachers. "You win some, you lose some. Look at Big Daddy Skills. How many times did you beat
me?"
"Too many times to count," Luke rolled his eyes.
"You may not want to hear this, but you got the better end of the stick, so stop pouting."
"How?"
"I'll help you beat him, dum-dum."
"Just snap your fingers, oh Great Gazoo."
"It's not that simple, rockhead. Where's your head at?" Skills asked, playfully shoving Luke.
"Skills, he called me a mistake."
Skills saw the hurt in Luke's eyes.
"Are you?"
"No."
"Big Daddy Skills can't hear you!"
"No!" Luke couldn't hold onto his anger anymore, it burst into laughter.
"That's what I thought. Let's go, baby! And take that Jedi hoodie off!"
"Wise and bald you are, yes." Luke said, bowing while doing his best Yoda impression.
Skills tossed Luke the ball.
"Luke?"
"Yes?"
"God made you dawg. He doesn't make mistakes."
"Thanks Skills."
"Did you get that?"
"Yeah, I got it Skills."
"I don't want to hear about you crying behind the school, dawg!"
"Skills,"
"What?"
"Thank you. You're really the man."
"You know why?"
Luke sighed and laughed.
"No, will you tell me why?"
"I'm Big Daddy Skills, Luke 'My Dawg' Skywalker!"
The two practiced well after the sunset. They walked off the court laughing, and joking. Luke didn't feel like he lost. He felt like he won. At the moment, he
couldn't figure out why.