Frank shook his
head. "I'm no different. No delusions of grandeur. Hell, I couldn't run
five miles this morning. If my life changes it will be because other people
change the way they behave toward me."
We moved slowly
around the apartment, rearranging dirty towels and boxes of once-worn white
boots, thinking about packing. Frank talked for a while about taking up
know," I said, "all this time I thought the Olympic champion was
somebody incredibly special."
Frank gave me a
consoling look, as though he would have liked to protect me from this final
disillusionment. "And then you found out," he said, "that it was