Chapter 6
Tournament Day 4
“Good morning. Glorious weather for a playoff, isn’t it?” River said it with a new softness in his voice and eyes. Looking at his practice club, he spoke so only Greg could hear. “Has it ever been that wonderful for you?”
Greg’s face flushed. “No. Not even six years ago. And you?”
River took a couple of casual quarter swings as if they weren’t having a conversation. “Never.”
Arnie’s voice broke in as he approached. “It’s an amazing crowd today for a Monday, especially when most people had expected to leave yesterday.” He’d just arrived and was setting Greg’s bag up.
“Si,” Jorge added. “They are here to watch the great Vargas y Thorenson match. And you will make them happy by playing well. Knock their shirts off.”
Greg and River looked at each other and lau
