I’d imagine so. Especially if I had a baby already restricting my movement.
“Did you go through my emails yet?” she asked.
We didn’t know why the team had been so overly hostile toward Nettie.
Well, memory-damaged Nettie didn’t.
But I was sure that non-damaged memory knew damn well why her team owner and manager were being so hostile.
She was probably trying to save me from feeling badly about knocking her up, that was why she was keeping me from it.
“No, but I have a buddy on it,” I said just as my phone dinged.
She looked at me expectantly, and I pulled my phone out.
“It’s here,” I said.
“Prepare for takeoff,” the pilot said to the flight attendants.
I shoved my phone back into my pocket and held out my hand for Nettie’s.
She’d never liked to fly.
I’d always worried about her when I knew she had to fly for a game.
I’d figure out a way to text her before she left, then when she landed, just to make sure she was safe.
It was nice to finally be on that plane with her so I could hold her.
I never wanted her to be scared, not for the rest of her life. Not if I could help it.
Nettie’s hand clutched onto mine.
I talked to her about her life as we started moving down the runway.
I told her about how I would text her every time she was about to take off.
How I’d make her really mad just so she had something else to focus on throughout the flight.
That’s when my Nettie made an appearance.
“You texted me one time and asked me if I ever thought about how much better life could be if I only forgave you.”
I had done that.
That’d been one of the last times she’d left me before we’d decided to give us another chance.
“I remember being really mad throughout that flight,” she said. “I stayed mad for a solid nine hours as we flew from South Carolina to Oregon.”
“Glad I could be of service,” I teased.
“Glad that I could finally get my head out of my ass.” She paused. “I can remember some things. Mainly being really mad, but I don’t know why. And I remember Margery. Her house smells like snickerdoodles all the time.”
It did smell like snickerdoodles.
“It’ll all come back in time.” I squeezed her hand.
“Read the file your friend sent,” she urged.
