“O’Connor, good morning!”
“What are we doing here?” I ask, glancing around.
Jamie gives me a satisfied smirk as he nods towards a banner behind him that I hadn’t noticed before:Leinster Summer Camp.
And my last sip of coffee shoots straight out of my nose.
* * *
“Please, tell me you’re kidding.”
Jamie just keeps laughing as he arranges the water bottles on a table next to the stands.
“Well, you could at least give me a hand.”
“Why should I?”
“Because we’re in this thing together.”
“No way, this is all yours. I’m not getting involved.”
“Come on, Nick. What’s the worst that could happen?”
“A kids’ summer camp?Thiswas your great idea?”
“I never said it was great.”
“No way.”
“Why not? What’s so bad about it? They’re just kids.”
“Exactly – they’re kids! What am I supposed to do with kids? I wouldn’t even know what to say to them!”
“Haven’t you had enough practice with Ryan?”
“Sure, but that’s different. I had to do it. He’s my brother.”
“It’s only for two weeks.”
“What? Nope.”
“It’ll be fun.”
“No, it won’t. How did you end up dragged into this anyway? Don’t you have anything better to do?”
“The centre organised the camp and wanted a player to motivate kids to participate. So obviously, they asked me, because I’m the best.”
“Oh, please…”
“I needed an assistant – and that’s where you come in.”
“So I’m not just babysitting kids, but I’m also your assistant? Nope. Not going to happen.”
“You don’t have to babysit them, you have to teach them how to play.”
“You can do that on your own.”
“I’ll be like the fun parent. You can be the boring one.”
