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“Oh, good. I hope she doesn’t break my husband. I just got him,” I laughed.
“He’s fine. He’s a tough guy.”
“Speaking of,” I said. “Ryan was just telling me about what was going on with the game today.”
“Oh, that,” Victor said. “Well, your husband is essentially a giant teenager.”
“I gathered that,” I said. “Continue.”
“Well, first, he pulled off an inside the park home run and ran his body empty on energy,” he said.
“Uh huh, then what?” I asked.
“Well, he slid into home,” he said. “I think he tweaked his shoulder when he did that.”
“He slid into home?” I asked.
“Yeah, you know,” he said, then held his arms out like superman and did a motion that I guess was supposed to indicate sliding.
“And it hurt him?” I asked.
“Maybe,” he said. “But that wasn’t the worst part.”
“Excuse me, sir,” a voice said from behind Victor.
“Oh Lord,” I said, grinning and shaking my head.
“May I?” the voice said, revealing itself to be Graham.
“Sure, sure,” Victor said. “Now, where is Melanie?”
Graham did a little bow and took my hand, gently placing one hand on my hip as he guided me into a dance. Graham seemed the lightest on his feet, other than Camden. It made sense since he had been a professional athlete until recently. Still, it was surprising to see such a big man be so agile.
“Congratulations, Kristen,” he said. “You look spectacular. Everyone is saying so.”
“Thank you,” I said, laughing. “Now, I was just getting the story about what happened in your game today.”
“Oh, Camden won,” he said. “I’m not sure if we let him win or not, but the injury kind of stopped the game.”
“I don’t care who won, Graham,” I laughed. “How did he get hurt?”
“Oh, yeah,” Graham said. “First, he slid into home plate like a moron. Then he dove after a ball and dislocated his shoulder.”
“He what?” I exclaimed, then realized how loud I was and looked around, nodding to the other dancers in what I hoped was a reassuring manner. “He what?” I whispered.
“He dove after a ball and landed weird on his shoulder. Dislocated it. Mark had to set it right there so we could get him to the wedding.”
“Excuse me,” a voice from behind him said, tapping his shoulder.
I audibly groaned, and when I saw Mark’s face, he looked crestfallen.
“I was just… going to ask if I could cut in…”
“Yes, of course,” I said, letting Graham go and reaching for Mark. “I wasn’t groaning because it was you. I’ve just been trying to get this story out of all you boys this entire song.”
“Oh,” Mark said. “I assume you mean Camden dislocating his shoulder.”
“Yes,” I said gratefully.
