Her husband had been after her to stop teaching and spend more time at home, but Leslie Flynn--Coach Flynn, for whom winning was everything--told him to bugger off. She would do what she had to do, no problem, but basketball season was here. Blowing a whistle, she signaled the end of scrimmage. This year's Cougars were tough; the girls could run their opponents into the ground. As they raced down the court and bent to touch the suicide lines, the screech of rubber soles on the maple floor reminded her of the way she'd peeled out of the driveway that morning, eager to escape, but worried about leaving her mother-in-law behind. Mother Gokhale had lost her husband, and now, it was Leslie's job to help the old woman make a new life in Ontario.