The game had ended.

The players were all walking towards the place where the ball had stopped.

There was happy discussion about going to Joe's for the losers to buy the winners a round.

Neela got to the ball first, picked it up, turned and froze, staring at the other end of the court.

It was so sudden and complete that the other young women rushed towards Neela asking concerned questions.

"Who is that?" Neela asked in a low voice but she was thinking "Is that a man?"