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“Sister Lora also asked if you would be available to coach the team.”

I’d say this for her. Lora was a subtle one. Sister Sheilah, whom I’d done battle with my entire life, would’ve just told me to be the coach. I thought I liked Sheilah’s approach better.

All I could say was “Of course I’ll coach. It’ll be fun. We’ll work on your shots as soon as I’m back permanently.” Fiona giggled, and I knew I’d made the right choice.

A few seconds later, Mary Catherine came on the line. Her voice soothed me, set everything right. I smiled just hearing her warm greeting.

I said, “How’s it going? Everything good with the kids?”

“The kids have been great. I’ve been tough on them too.” Her voice sounded scratchy, like she was starting to get a cold.

I let out a laugh, but I didn’t say anything about what Trent had called her. I didn’t have to.

Mary Catherine laughed and said, “The kids have taken to calling me ‘the commandant.’”

“I’ll put a stop to that in a heartbeat.”

“I kinda like it. I’m not used to people being afraid of me. I don’t know what I did, but no one’s questioning my authority in any area. Usually one of the older kids will give me some pushback.”

“Fiona told me her news.”

“Somehow I don’t see her running up and down the basketball court. But I think it’ll be good for her.”

“Sounds like you’re against the idea.”

Mary Catherine hesitated. “No, it’s not that. I’m just tired. Bone weary.”

“I’m sorry. Can I help?”

“Not for this. I just need a little rest.”

We chatted for a few more minutes. I’ll admit it may be hokey, but just a call with my wife and kids puts me in a good mood first thing in the morning. That’s rare, especially when I’m traveling.

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