I never went to another match with Teddie. He never called, we never saw each other.
I couldn’t afford the top seats he always got, so even if he was at a match I was too far back to see him.
I hadn’t known who he was until I saw a photo in the newspaper. Teddie was a multi-millionaire. I hadn’t known it, or thought of it.
I suppose that was why Keline was hanging off his arm.
I took a breath, shrugged. I had other friends, had my job. I could do a search if I wanted to know what Teddie was up to.
But I didn’t have to.