She didn't have the energy to move from the bleachers when she sat down. And compared to Sorcha, who had been in high spirits (if somewhat mean ones), it seemed strange the winner would be lagging behind.

She hears the clack of the high heels and the soft squeak of skidding. So she doesn't jolt when she feels someone hugging her. Sandy tells herself not to lean to the hug, her suit is still damp, but she does. "I... I... everything. The last few weeks, nothing's gone right or I'm not doing right. I don't even know how to play Poker."