to coach an Olympic team,â Hildy answered.
âWhy didnât she take it?â Niki was impressed.
âShe had family obligations.â
Niki spoke sagely: âFamilies arenât worth a pot to pee in.â
âThat isnât right,â Hildy declared. Niki stared at her, silent for a moment, then said, âSince when do they play volleyball at the Olympics?â
âSince the next games,â Hildy answered. âIt is something new.â
âSo these are international rules you know,â Niki said.
âNational, International, the rules are the same I think,âHildy said. âAlthough, I am not sure about the time limit. That may not apply.â
âWeâre going to have to figure out what rules we play under,â Niki said, âbefore we start. I wonder if I can find ten people.â
âNine. Ann.â
âAnn isnât playing,â Niki said.
Hildyâs blue eyes studied Ann. âWhy donât you want to?â
âI donât know how,â Ann answered. âIâll watch, Iâd like to watch. Youâll need an audience. Every sport needs an audience.â
âI can think of one that doesnât,â Niki said, smirking.
Ann, her face held bright in a smile, blushed and was furious with herself.
âVolleyballâs easy. You can learn while you play,â Niki explained. âItâs sort of like tennis. You must have some athletic ability. You play tennis all right.â
Ann refused stubbornly. She never played a game well unless she had been playing for a while. She didnât want to go out and make a fool of herself.
âOK then. How do you feel about winning, Hildegarde?â Niki returned to her original topic.
Hildy considered. âI like it,â she decided.
âWhat about losing?â Niki asked.
âThat doesnât matter,â Hildy said.
Niki pounced: âBut winning does.â
âI didnât say that. Neither is important, not really. I like to win. Butââ She apparently had no words for further discussion of the point. âI like to play,â she explained. âIf you play well you win, usually. If you play well and lose, then it will still be a good game.â
It was clear that Niki didnât believe her âIâll go see who I can find. To play. What do you think, two oâclock?â
âThere is a net already set up?â
âThereâs an outdoor court and lots of indoor ones. Volleyball seems to be popular around here. Lots of pick-up games. Thereâs some kind of inter-class tournament, in all the sports, each season. Some people last night were talking about it. Freshmen never win of course. Anyway, there are volleyball teams, as well as the rest. Itâs a friendly game,â she concluded, looking at Ann. Ann, in whose memory was clear the image ofNikiâs arm upraised, fist clenched to hammer down on the ball, smiled.
Niki had Hildy and Ann down on the lawn beside the volleyball net by one forty-five. She had found two volley-balls. She went to the side and did deep knee bends, while Hildy tried to show Ann how to hit the ball.
âIâm not going to play,â Ann said.
âI know. Wouldnât you like to see how itâs done though?â
Ann learned to hold her hands so that the heels would contact the ball. She stood across the net from Hildy and returned a few soft shots. It wasnât all that difficult. But it wasnât as easy as it looked. Ann could be sure of getting the ball up over the high net; however, she had no idea of how to put it where she wanted it to go. Hildy had no trouble returning her shots, no matter how wildly they flew. Hildy didnât always make contact with the heels of her hands, as she had told Ann: sometimesâif the ball was lowâshe would dig at it with her fists; a couple of timesâwhen it flew highâshe brought it down with her forearms.