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She smiles broadly, moving the laptop to her lap, and gets to work, typing away happily now that she’s gotten the answer she wanted from me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
FRIDAY, APRIL 25
The whole weekhas been absolute rubbish.
It’s gotten worse with each passing day, but I hope that once this event is over, I’ll feel better and be able to pick myself up. I do it every year, and this one’s no different.
I’ve got to get through one more night like this, and then it’ll be in the past.
Not that that’ll matter much, but I’m really banking on it since I haven’t had a solid night of sleep in weeks.
I lie on the sofa, with Mrs. Purrito making biscuits on my chest as hers rumbles with a mechanical purr. My mind threatens to wander back to that day, but I reel it in.
I turn on the telly, flicking through channels, but nothing catches my eye. My chest squeezes again as another ripple of anxiety tears through me, stealing my breath away. My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I stare down at the screen, welcoming the distraction.
Thigh Daddies
Jelani
You alright?
Yeah.
I hate being vulnerable with anyone, even my closest friends. I feel stripped bare, and the idea that they can see through me enough to know that this event is particularly difficult for me makes a piece of my pride wilt.
Nakoa
Enough of that. You can talk to us if you want to.
Does it sound like I want to?
Jelani
Wowww, mate. So defensive!
Nakoa
Someone’s got your knickers in a twist…
Jelani
Is it those girls again? Giving you a run for your money?
I know they won’t let it go until I give them something to redirect their attention.
Those young women are arguably the least frustrating part of my current circumstances.
I just want to get through tomorrow and then I should feel more at ease.
Nakoa
I knew they’d be good for you. You’re a great captain, Rafa. I’m sure that extends to how you coach them.
Jelani
Assuming he’s dislodged the massive stick from his bum, I’m certain you’re right.