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Chapter 7

The DJ who’d been hired for the event—a dark-skinned guy probably in his middle twenties who wore his hair clipped on the sides and piled high in tight curls on top of his head—fed CD after CD into the player. Gradually, he amped up the sound. Everyone looked happy and eager to celebrate no matter whether they’d done well or not in the meet today. Soon, people were squashed together, and the effect of his excitement in a hot and steamy room caused Jean’s arm pits to dampen his shirt.

The music grew so loud that Mr. Evans, the tournament coordinator, insisted the DJ tone it down.