Aaron climbed the fence and jumped over into the
Lairds' yard, which separated his own yard from the
DeSotos'.
Aaron was fifteen years old and Brett's best friend. They
enjoyed similar things, and today, his friend had invited
him over for a quick game of one-on-one basketball
before dinner.
Another fence hop brought him into the DeSoto's yard.
Brett wasn't out yet, but the basketball was laying on the
ground nearby. He reached down to scoop it up and
bounced it a few times, expecting Brett to appear at any
moment.