![]() ![]() That’s what I keep telling myself every time I get the urge to touch. If they had an inkling of what I’d like to do to their daughter, they would faint dead away into a tangle of red, white and blue. I have to keep my features impassive, because her parents are standing right beside me, all decked out in their American flag shirts and Tokyo souvenir glasses. But I have to hide my anxiousness carefully. I have to resist the urge to stand beneath the ladder in case she falls. I swear she’s been mine for a lifetime.Īs always, when Margot is out of my sight, my scalp begins to prickle. We’ve been together, coach and diver, for two years but I swear I’ve known her a lifetime. And I should know because I’ve been training her since she was sixteen. I push her as hard as she pushes herself because her potential is limitless. I push Margot because I know she can win. We are the only team left in the facility, all of the other athletes and coaches having returned to Olympic Village. I stand at the side of the Olympic training pool, waiting for my pupil to reach the high dive. ![]() Now he's coaching me in a whole new way, revealing an obsession with me that has been simmering under the surface for years, preparing to boil. But Everett knows exactly what I need to get my concentration back. ![]() ![]() I'm restless, aching-and I can't pinpoint why. But when we arrive in Tokyo, my technique is off. Now I'm competing on a world stage for a gold medal. My diving trainer, Everett, has coached me all the way to the Olympics. ![]()
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