But I can’t tell you that.
For as guilty as I feel about not being there for her and now knowing she didn’t have much in the way of relationships over the years, seeing her response makes me feel instantly lighter knowing she didn’t have any other serious relationships.
Me
Well, aren’t we a couple of sad saps.
Harper
LOL. I guess so. But I prefer to think of it more like the universe knew what it was doing.
Me
Yeah, I suppose it’s entirely possible.
DAY SIX
We got our asses handed to us again tonight and now we’re all in pissy moods. None of us are talking much when we load the bus to return to the hotel, which is fine with me. I don’t want to think about the game anymore anyway. I don’t want to think about Detroit hip checking me so fucking fast I never saw it coming. I don’t want to think about how pissed Bear was after the second period when they were leading three to one. And I definitely don’t want to think about Roche twisting an ankle and possibly being out for the next couple games.
The kid is fast.
We need him.
I’m stretched out on my hotel bed, towel slung low on my hips, hair still damp from the second shower of the night, the only way I could think of de-stressing that didn’t include drinking, when my phone lights up. I know it’s Harper before I even look at the screen.
Harper
Connor’s asleep so I finally have a minute. Sorry about the loss tonight.
Me
Meh. It happens. I don’t want to talk about it. I like that you text me when the house goes quiet. How’s Connor? I miss him.
Harper
He’s good. Had a great practice today. You would’ve been proud.
Me
I’m always proud. How was today?
Harper
Busy and long. Met with Shepherd Haynes today. The football player. I think Portland’s going to take a chance on him. It was great to tell him the news. He was pretty excited to hear it.
Me
That’s great! Congrats! Did you celebrate?
Harper
I’m celebrating now. Talking to you.
Me
Wow. Sorry. I don’t think I’m much of a celebration halfway across the country from you.
Harper
