Megan nods as she says, “Seventeen versus thirty, court three, eight o’clock. Where…?”
A little taller than his cousin, Colby can see over the crowds more than she can, and he stands on his toes to add to his height. To their right he can see a huge flag flapping in the sea breeze, the number 1 written on both sides. Pointing, he tells her, “There’s the first court.”
She’s pointing in the opposite direction. “There’s the second. We must be farther down. Damn it! We’ll never get there in time.”
Taking her hand, Colby jumps onto the rail that edges the sand. “We’ll make it. Come on.” Without waiting for her to respond, he hurries down the wooden path, stepping quickly. “Move it, people! We have a game to play!”
Those sitting on the rail see him coming and jump out of his way. He skips ov
