Jim re-injured his wrist on his final attempt in which he hit the bar. He had already cinched his second place in his second try.After his event was f...nished Jim went to the locker room to get treatment on his wrist. He was sitting alone with an ice pack on it with nothing to do but think."That could have been my last meet ever if this wrist doesn't shape up in time for the Conference Finals."It would have been a shame to finish his athletic career that way, but the possibility didn't bother. He said, "But April, that's not it at all. It's just a way for the guys to have some fun. We spend all that time at training camp and it's a way to blow off steam." Fine, Ron," she said quietly. "Why don't you do what most of your teammates do? Hire someone." She started to say more, then stopped and started again. "I was about to say I would do it if the money were good enough, but I stopped. There's no way in hell the money could ever be good enough. I would die first." But why did you do it. .. or perhaps au revoir," Lucy said, "Barry wanted to keep an eye on you until you found someone. I suspect he wanted to make sure you didn't settle for the wrong one." Lucy," he protested."I told him you had more sense than that." I might have settled for Terry," Amy said quietly."No, you wouldn't, because his destiny is Anh ... and something else." And you can't tell me what the something else is, of course." No ... he has to work it out for himself. But you ... will be fine, and we must go. The red-haired babe in Archie's seat giggled out loud in a deep baritone that was unmistakably his natural voice.Mrs. Grundy gasped. Shaken, she fell back onto the one sure-fire threat she held in her arsenal."Betty! Arch-er-whoever you are in Archie's desk, come with me to see Principal Weatherbee! If you two get out of detention this decade, I'll be very surprised."The two girls stood and followed their teacher out of the classroom. In the hall, on the way to the office, Mrs. Grundy gasped as.