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“I love Mama Hendrix. Tell her as soon as she’s settled, I’ll be expecting an invitation to come over for her famous chili,” Brett said.
“Mama Hendrix is hot, just like her chili,” Lenny sang out, and I reached for my towel and snapped him on the side. He howled, and everyone laughed.
“Do not call my mother hot,” I grumped.
More laughter.
This was the team I was meant to play with.
We were going to do big things together, but I couldn’t get excited about it just yet.
Because nothing worked when she wasn’t here.
thirty-one
Brinkley
I’d arrivedin New York late last night. I hadn’t told Lincoln that I was coming. I wanted to share everything with him after I took care of business.
I’d taken the bull by the horns after that dick weasel, Lou Colson, had called me back. The man had completely changed his tune. He’d basically offered me whatever I wanted but still continued to call me by the wrong name.
Bailey.
He’d just been desperate to get that story. But if he were the last man on this earth with the only sports magazine out there, I’d keep the story to myself.
Fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice… I will hold a grudge until the end of time.
Is that the saying?
Oh, right—fool me twice, shame on me.
That wasn’t happening. No one would fool me twice.
These last few days had been exactly what I’d needed.
I’d figured out a few important things.
First off, I was an independent woman. And no one could take that away from me. Not the president of a big magazine who couldn’t get my name right.
Not anyone.
I decide my worth.
My fate.
Who I am and what I will accomplish.
Secondly, if one door closes, another one always opens. Being let go from my job months ago was not as terrible as I’d originally thought. It was the best thing that had ever happened to me. And now, there were more doors waiting for me than I’d realized.
Thirdly, just because we want something, doesn’t mean it’s good for us. I mean, I spent years eating every sour gummy worm I could get my hands on. And what did that give me? Canker sores and belly aches.
Just because you want it, doesn’t mean it’s right.
Sports Todaywas not the place for me. They’d shown me who they were. They’d only called me back because they thought I was desperate enough to go work there after they’d treated me horribly. The reporter in me didn’t even have to reach far to get him to talk. He’d offered me the job in exchange for the article, and he’d said I would only need to interview Lincoln once a season. The man really didn’t get it. The first time I’d said no, he’d offered me a corner office and top billing.
Yet he still didn’t know my name.
