I hopped out of the pool and grabbed the basketball sitting on the edge of the court. "Did you Skype your parents?"

I fired off a quick lay-up. The ball hit the backboard and bounced off. Rohan stole it. "Yeah. Mom was running out to a session so it was a quick chat, but Dad gave me a detailed run-down of the golf tournament details." He shot, but didn't fare any better.

We both ran for the ball, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the court.

"I like your dad," ...