Chapter 5: Sunday
In the morning, the last of that amazing tournament, Reggie jumped out of bed at the first sound of his alarm. He showered quickly. He stopped for a moment in front of the mirror above the sink, his electric razor in hand, before remembering that, no, he didn’t need to shave. Then he dressed at the same speed—pink polo, a grey zippered vest, grey checked trousers and, agile like a cat, he bounced out of his room.
He couldn’t wait to see Russell.
He knew it would be improper to knock on Russell’s door, but he couldn’t help himself. He had to be sure Russell was okay, that the binge and melancholy of the previous night were only a bad memory.
The important thing was to not run into Danielle.
When the elevator’s doors opened, he looked at his watch, anxious. He had a lo
