Chapter 11
Three days later, I was at the Jeanne Mance Park, holding my position in center field—my eyes steady on the keeper, ready to block his shot. We were in the last minutes of our soccer game, but thanks to all the extra time the referee had been adding, it was well over our regular ninety minutes of playing time. It was scorching hot out here and sweat poured down my face, stinging my eyes.
And I was wheezing a little.
Damn those cigarettes.
Pablo made a short, but precise pass to Vincent, and I readied myself for the next play, but as I looked over to my left, I caught sight of Jack walking up to the field, near the other team’s touch line.
Shocked, I let the ball whisk right over my head.
“Goddamn it, Saint-Amour!” Pablo yelled, running back over the midfield line.
I turne
