There was so much handshaking and exchanging of names going on that she could make a mad dash for the ladies room without attracting undue attention. She wouldn’t have cared if someone had noticed her because she was so overcome with nausea that she had to get to a toilet immediately. Luckily, the room was deserted. Renee bolted for the first stall just in time for the wracking waves of sickness to overtake her. It was thousands of times worse than the flu; she was shaking all over, and cold sweat was pouring off her forehead. When the painful heaving ceased, she rocked back on her heels and tried to stop trembling as she flushed the toilet. It was minutes before she was able to stand and when she did, she almost fell down again with the sudden onslaught of dizziness. All the while she tried vainly to compose herself, to think clearly. It was him…it was that sick bastard. It was him at the airport; it was him all along. Oh my God, he’s here in the same place with me, with my friends… Renee almost started heaving anew when the realization hit her that Donovan Bailey was in the same room with her dearly loved friends and family-to-be.
