Finally, there they are. Howard and Jack and the rest of them. He should make the most of this game, his last for the next while
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he square of grass is shorn to the ground, balls resting in its grooved border. Maurice leans on his club; the boys haven’t all arrived yet.
“Maurice, what you been up to, mate? Haven’t seen you around all that much these days.”
Sheldon’s an old friend. “Nothing much, just business trips. It’s the season, that’s all.”
“Yeah, yeah, they all say that.” Sheldon grunts. “And here I thought you were helping Annie clean for Passover this last week or two.”
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