I start to make a snide comment about her attitude, but I catch myself. Maybe she’s having a bad day for a reason I know nothing about. Maybe she’s just reflecting the attitude I’ve given to the club over the years. Maybe the elastic on her underwear is shot, and it’s stressing her out.
I may never know, but I can temper how I react.
Jesus, this therapy thing is working.
“Sure. I’ll ask around. When do you need the name?”
Leora is already typing away on her keyboard. She doesn’t even look up as she says, “Yesterday. The newsletters and flyers have to go out.”
I walk out and run promptly into TJ Doyle. He’s a total social media whore, so he’d be perfect for this type of thing. “Hey, Doyle, wanna do a publicity event? It’s for charity, but there’ll be tons of photo ops.”
He’s got the biggest ClikClak following of any of us, so I know, if for no other reason, he’ll do it. He doesn’t miss a chance to post about his perfectly manicured life.
“Yeah, sure.”
I fill him in on the details and promptly return to tell Leora that TJ will be our fourth. Four stations. Not five. There isn’t a referee involved.
Andi’s not doing the event.
It shouldn’t surprise me. She made it pretty clear when she kicked me out that I’d ruined her life. For the record, she was an equal—and enthusiastic—participant. I guess I’m to blame for being so totally irresistible that she couldn’t keep her hands off me.
It’s a curse.
In the back of my mind, I thought I’d see Andi at the Soccer for Sibs event. I was holding out hope.
That says a lot. I’m not a man who hopes for much.
I google her name to see if there’s been anything about her getting fired. There isn’t. She’s still on the USSLRA website as staff. So it’s not a job thing. She isn’t going to be there because she doesn’t want to see me.
I’d rather take a spike to the nuts than feel how this makes me feel.
Chapter 32: Andi
Igot away with it.
It’s been over a month and no one is the wiser.
