[Somewhere over Spain. Tuesday 17 July 2018. 12:10.]
"Coach. Wake up. You have to put the suit on."
"The what?"
"The suit." Nadia had a garment bag over her arm and 3 more hooked on 2 fingers. "All of you. Now. Before we start the descent."
I sat up. "Nadia, it is a bus."
"It is not a bus."
Zzzzip.
Charcoal. White shirt. Federation tie with the star on it. There were 23 of them coming down that aisle and Mustapha was handing them out by squad number without looking at the labels, because he has done every kit bag on this trip by memory since Voronezh.
"Boss." Harit, in the aisle, holding his up. "Boss, this is a wedding suit."
"Put it on, Amine."
"I am 21. I look like a lawyer."
"You look like a man who got to a World Cup final. Put it on."
Hahahaha.
That was the first laugh out of that squad in 2 days and it went right down the cabin, and Bray heard it from 4 rows back and did a thing with his eyebrows at me that meant there we go.
