Chapter 6: Monday
Reggie finally fell asleep sometime after three in the morning, having spent hours tossing and turning without finding any peace. And, when he began to dream, he still wasn’t able to rest. His mind was too active and tired, giving him nightmares.
Which, obviously, had to do with Russell.
The first dream was unreal, due to the absence of color.
They were in England, in September, and he had realized his goal of becoming part of the American team for the Ryder Cup. Though he didn’t see it play out, he knew the Americans had won the trophy from the Europeans.
In his mind’s eye, he saw Russel, standing with the disappointed losing team, trying to find peace in a glass of beer and, worse, in the arms of a sexy and curvy blonde who latched onto his lips as if she didn’t wa
