Coach Raines told the twins. Pointing to Ronde, he said, “You first. Follow me.” With a glance back at his brother, Ronde followed the coach down the little hallway to his office. Ronde looked like he was going to the electric chair. “This might take a few minutes,” Coach Raines told Tiki as he held the door open for Ronde. “You might want to crack a book open or something while you’re waiting. Never hurts to get some studying done.” As soon as the office door closed, Tiki got up and left the locker room. He couldn’t concentrate on schoolwork—not right now. There was something else he needed to do right away, before even talking to the coach. For the past two games Tiki had been constantly wondering what was wrong with his game. Finally, after striking out three times in a row today, it dawned on him there might be something wrong with him. More specifically, with his eyesight. Tiki headed quickly down the hall to the nurse’s office and opened the door. No one inside at the moment—a good thing as far as Tiki was concerned.
