Kat: "Archives.Regional print edition.Christmas week 2014.You're welcome."
I shake my head, grinning like a complete idiot.
Me: "That's… unreal.I shook his hand once.That's it.I didn't even know he knew my name."
Kat: "He did.And he remembers watching you in your junior years.He's proud, told me he spotted you before anyone else."
A pause.
Dots.Then:
Kat: "I arranged a joint interview for ORF.You and Fuchs.January.They'll reference the article."
My jaw drops.
I don't answer right away.I don't even know how.
Then she texts again, lighter:
Kat: "Merry Christmas, Thomas."
I finally reply:
Me: "That's the best Christmas present I've ever got.And not just because he's my hero."
A beat.
Me: "You're scary good at this."
Kat: "I know."
Me: "You'll leverage it all, won't you?The legacy, the tears, my childhood dreams."
Kat: "Of course.That's the job."
Me: "And you're brilliant at it."
A pause.
Then I write:
Me:"Still want dirty pictures though."
Three dots.
Then nothing.
Then she sends a photo.
A screenshot of the ORF studio schedule.
Thursday, January 7th, 14:00 — Live Taping: Kern & Fuchs – Legacy on Ice
Captioned:
"See you there, superstar."
I can't help it.I laugh.
