They got up then and scooped their hats up from the floor and put them on. The gracious, gentlemanly conduct was a thing of the past.
"Tell me," said Long, his hand on the door, the edge of the EL contract peeking untidily out of his expensive briefcase, "where did we make our mistake?"
I laughed a good loud whoop. It felt good. "It was when Arnie here switched sides."
"Stupid fool," said Long, looking as though he wanted to slam the square box containing the Sim over Blik's head.
"Sorry, old man," Blik said, coloring a deep red. "I'll try to make it up next time."
"Not with me, you won't," said Long. "Technician!"
They opened the door and went out. I jigged with glee as I looked out the window and watched them cross the court. Long was walking along in a high dudgeon, his briefcase swinging angrily with every step. Blik was trotting along to one side and behind him, his shoulders slumped, defeat written all over his form and walk.
I looked around as the wall swung open and Rommy walked in with his hand outstretched.
"Congratulations!" he said, beaming widely. "It was perfect! My God, it's a delight for a director to work with a real group of competent actors. All three of you were perfect!"