“It’s good to hear your voice.”
“Aww, you miss me?” I ask playfully.
“I do. A lot, actually.”
“Me too.”
“How are things going?”
“Where should I begin?” I sigh.
“Uh-oh.”
“Most of the kids are douchebags and some are even racist.”
I describe the racism I’ve encountered, omitting the more explicit details. Can’t have him catching the first flight here ready to battle on my behalf.
“Move back to California and stay at Lo’s. Your mom will understand.”
“I can handle it.”
“You shouldn’t have to.”
“I’m a tough cookie, and June will be here in the blink of an eye.”
“You’re so goddamn stubborn.” He groans in exasperation.
“Which is one of the many reasons why you love me.” I grin, rolling to my side. “Enough about me. What’s new with you?”
We spend the next couple of hours joking and talking. I’m in a much lighter mood by the time I head to bed.
Kate and I sit at the table, waiting for Cody Waters to arrive for his five o’clock interview. It’s the third we’ve managed to schedule. I’d rather be out having fun on a Friday evening, but we’re on a time crunch.
“Plan on interviewing King Asshole?” I ask.
“Well, he is the all-star quarterback, so we have to.”
“Do you mind interviewing him by yourself?”
I deal with Maverick enough in physics and when he comes to Mary’s.
“Sure, it’s no biggie.”
“Cool.”
Kate’s cell phone rings.
She swipes accept, then clicks on speaker. “Hello.”
“I need you to do me a huge favor and pick Billie up from dance class,” a woman rushes out, sounding flustered.
“But I’m busy,” she says, annoyed.
“I have an emergency meeting at work.”
“Okay, fine.” She sighs and ends the call. “That’s my foster mom. You got this, right?”
“Of course.” I nod my head at the door. “Skedaddle.”
