Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

The commotion on the screen caused Anatoly to look back rather than answer and he stared in disbelief. "The game is ending? Just like that? No mention of the yogurt that caused you to throw a fit? Who wrote this?"

It was a minor issue but he was choosing to focus on that than revisit the path that had led him to defeat in Bangkok. Whatever Freddie said, he knew he had done the right thing. He loved the game, yes, but he had loved Florence even more.