Tanner :
I’m listening
Any chance you want to help me teach a pickleball lesson this afternoon? The usual instructor is sick and if I don’t do it, the residents are going to revolt against me.
Tanner :
I’m there
Tanner :
Send me the address and the time
You sure? I know you’re at the office today.
Tanner :
I’m done with my meetings and my dad left early to check out a new project
Tanner :
I want to see you
Good! We should get there around 3. Here’s the address.
“Look at you smiling,” Gray says. “I guess that means he’s coming.”
“Yeah, he said he’d help me.”
“What’s going on with his job?”
“It’s a whole mess, but I’m not sure it’s my story to tell.”
“I get that. Is there anything we can do to help?”
Ever since Tanner brought me to Gwen’s studio, I’ve been trying to think of a way to help him. He told me that he understood what it was like to be scared to fail and that he thought I could use a friendly push.
“Actually, now that you mention it, can you help me get everyone to The Local on Friday?”
“That should be easy. Why though?”
“I have an idea, and I think having everyone there willhelp. I still have to work out some things, but if you can get everyone to come that would be a good start.”
“You got it. Oh, shoot—what time is it?” she asks, turning and looking at the clock on my wall.
“Twelve twenty-seven.”
“Fuck, the orthotist is coming today at twelve-thirty to measure Mr. Benson for his AFO and I completely forgot. I guess I’ll be finishing my lunch later.”
“Oh, no. I’ll actually walk with you if you don’t mind. I need to talk to Margaret about something.”
“You don’t want to finish eating?”
“I’m done. I really should try to convince Tanner to pack my lunches. There is only so much turkey and bread a person can eat.” We both stand and head out of my office and toward the therapy gym.
“Hey, Wren, what brings you to our neck of the woods,” Jasmine, the physical therapy assistant asks when we walk in.
“I came to talk to Margaret about Thanksgiving for the residents. Is she in her office?”
