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"Hey Will, how are you doing?"
"I'm managing, though I can't lie, it's difficult lying around with my leg propped up and not being able to move."
"I'll bet. You've never been one to lie around," she says as she laughs. "How long are you out?"
"I've been told it will take about nine months if I do what I'm told. I should be back on the team in time for training camp if everything goes well."
"That's good news."
"Yeah, it is, which is the reason for my call. How would you like to come to Largo, Maine for a few weeks and help me out?"
"Help you with what?"
"My physical therapy," I tell her.
"I'm not a physical therapist, plus I can't. I'm in Milan for a fashion show."
"That's wonderful. I'm so excited for you. I know how much you wanted to get in on that."
"Thanks. Did the doctors not give you a physical therapist to see?"
"They did, but she and I do not get along."
"Why? What did you do?"
"To be honest, I don't know what I ever did to her. She grew up next door to me, two years younger than me."
"You did something to that girl. No one holds a grudge that long, and I'm sure you probably never considered that whatever you did was wrong." Ashley says.
"Maybe, but we are adults now."
"Well, she is. You still have some growing up to do, my friend," Ashley says honestly.
"Ouch, you wound me."
"Never. So, tell me, is she cute?"
"Who?"
"The old neighbor slash physical therapist, dummy."
"I haven't noticed," I say.
"Liar. She must be really cute."
I don't respond, because it's true, I did notice today how gorgeous Krista was. Even when she was being snarky, she still looked cute.
"Yeah, I thought so. Maybe you should call her and ask her to work with you. Then let her see how you've changed since your younger days."
"Maybe," I mutter.
"I'm sorry I can't be there to help you."
"It's okay, Ash, what you are doing is more important to your career. I completely understand and am happy for you and maybe a little jealous since I'm laid up instead of on the field."
"I get it. I would be jealous if I was in your shoes as well," she says with a laugh. "Seriously, call, what is her name?"
"Krista," I respond.
