None that I'd want to hear about. A minute later Bennett has sighted her next victim. Slowly, the trapped Matt approaches and painstakingly undoes the clasp. It's not really a question. It's in the other room.
Matt sighs and shuffles out.
Just watching her, it's hard to discern the quality that elevates Bennett, a contender for a gold medal in the 800-meter freestyle in Atlanta, above her teammates, who will spend the summer vying for satin ribbons in lesser meets. Even her kinky, chlorine-bleached hair looks no more green than the rest of the teenaged Blue Wave team. But attitudinally, as most of those in her circle, including her parents and her coach, will tell you, Bennett's league is all her own. And one day soon, perhaps as early as this fall if Atlanta breaks the way she hopes and if she decides to waive her college eligibility, Bennett's beux yeux could ride a Wheaties box and her loopy signature could officialize leafy-green endorsement contracts. You also have to have the gravitational pull of a singular public image.