Chapter 67

“Last but never least, my thanks to God and to you for listening and for your love. You have been one of the great joys of my life. And now I’ve played with and against Evan Conor Fallon and Ryan Kovacs. I know we’re in for a great match.”

With that, the crowd rose as one for an ovation that only grew. Alí tried to quiet the crowd and even went to take his seat courtside, only to have Kathy, Michaela and Kahrin gently push him back out onto the court. Alí had had such an up-and-down relationship with his adopted country, Quinn thought. Now leukemia—and time—had made him beloved. As Quinn and Tam stood with the others clapping, Quinn finally caught sight of Daniel in a corner of a private box, wearing a pinstripe suit and wiping his eyes.

Finally, the throng was sated but the Tennis Hall of Fame official was not. “We can’t let you go without asking you, do you miss playing as much as we miss you on the court?”

“Oh, why don’t they leave him alone,” Tam muttered to Quinn.