“Sorry, what’s the score now? I lost track,” Henry taunts. The mime gestures six and six. “Right … A tie, and you’ve used up all your shots. So, I could put it in any of these baskets and win. Even the lowest.” His mouth curves into a frown as he tosses with no effort. “Or I could just get another one of these.” For a third time, the ball lands in the top. “How are you good at everything!”
