And, to be honest, Jo liked the confusion it caused, particularly on the court. When he was younger and attended basketball camps, he knew he got called on more than once for a team because someone saw his name on a roster and thought he was black with a name like that. He saw the disappointed twist of their mouths when they realized they were getting a scrawny little white boy instead, but then he showed them whenever he brought his A game. He had to admit, thatfelt good.
* * * *
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.