I smiled at the departing couple who waved and left, dragging their bags behind them, exhaling over the rim of my coffee cup, sending a waft of steam in their direction. Things had settled into a more normal-yes, still hectic-pace of life with the tournament over and most of the guests for that event gone home with the arrival of Monday morning.

I touched at the bandage over my brow where I'd had three stitches to close the gap the frame of Crew's truck left behind, ...