We had a relaxing afternoon with his fellow teachers and our high school alum friends and their spouses who joined us at the pool and in the game room. I deliberately switched off my mind and drifted with the conversation and razzing around me. One of Manny’s friends liked to cook, so he raided the kitchen, found hot dogs, and fired up the grill for lunch.
Around five all the alums left to get ready for the banquet starting at seven. We were going to be given our trivia quiz trophy as part of the awards ceremony when the golfers, chess players, bridge players, and others who’d been competing during the week got theirs.
Manny asked us whether we wanted to accept the trophy. We’d all shrugged. Why not?
“It’s caused so much bad feeling, I’m just wondering if it’s worth it.” He looked towar
