"Headbands here, get your headbands, absolutely unique just for you! Bargain prices that can't be beat for a product that's totally you!" Adrienne Goodson's endless spiel did nothing but confuse the shoppers on the streets of Salt Lake City.

"That woman's a couple of cards short of a full deck," one man was heard to remark to a nearby shopper. The woman he addressed gave him a disgusted look, gave Adrienne a strange stare, and did a mild double take. She couldn't believe her eyes, but the truth was there, refusing to go away.

"Goody?" she asked carefully, hoping it was a case of extremely mistaken identity. Such was not to be as Adrienne looked up, grinned from ear to ear, and leaped out from behind the table.

"Teresa! My God, I haven't seen you in the longest time! Where've you been hiding all these years? We've missed you, you know. Even Dawn still talks about you sometimes, and you know how hard it can be to keep in touch."

Teresa Edwards just shook her head. "And this is what you're reduced to, even when you play basketball all year long? Now you know why I told the WNBA they could go stuff themselves down a sewer pipe."

"You so didn't," Adrienne replied. "You may have said no thanks, but I know you didn't give them a permanent rejection of that kind." She shrugged. "Things have gotten tighter the last couple of years, though, I have to say. I mean, now it's really bad."

"As opposed to being only mildly bad?"

Adrienne stared at her for a moment, then said, "Ice, I know you don't like the league brass very much, you didn't think you should have been treated like the rest of us, you didn't like the pay scale- I could go on, but I don't feel like boring either of us. The money wasn't the best, but it at least used to come in on a regular basis. Then it stopped being so regular, and they don't seem to make Metamucil for bank accounts. We do what we can. Now, are you ready-"

"To hook up with this? Have you lost your mind?"

"Teresa, I so don't care if you hook up with the league or not. I just want to know if you're going to buy a headband or not, because if you're not then get the heck out of the way." Teresa was surprised at the vehemence in Adrienne's voice until she turned around and saw Jennifer Azzi and Natalie Williams lurking behind her.

"There you are, Goody. Coach has been practically tearing her hair out. Oh, hi, Teresa. What's up?" Natalie said.

"How's sales?" Jennifer asked. Adrienne lapsed into hand gestures and semi-vocalized sounds indicating that business was not so good but was in fact better than she had expected for the day and time.

"I can't believe it's so late. Time to pack up shop." Teresa watched in amazement as the merchandise, the table, and the folding stool vanished like magic into a nearby shopping cart, which Adrienne wheeled into a nearby stairwell. Natalie explained that the owner of one of the shops had agreed to keep an eye on the miniature store in return for Adrienne giving his son some one-on-one basketball lessons.

Teresa sighed. "I've seen enough. You know, I was considering joining up. I changed my mind. See you in Italy."