We raised you to walk your own path and to be successful at it. We trust that.
Trust again. Maybe that should have been the word Lottie gave him.
Come to think of it,precipiceinvolved trust, so it was all-encompassing. Smart lady.
He opened Brad’s text and sent his decision.
Jamie
Tell them I pass.
Brad’s reply was instantaneous.
Brad Chandler
You can’t pass.
Jamie
I just did.
Brad Chandler
Tell you what. I’ll hold them off.
I’ll call you in a couple days and we can discuss.
Brad Chandler
Get a massage. Get laid.
Do whatever you need to get your head back in the game.
His headwasin the game. There was no point in texting Brad more. He’d talk to him in a couple days and drive it home that, while he’d honor his current endorsements, he wasn’t going to sign on to play another year.
He rolled his shoulders, feeling out that decision. Lighter, easier. He nodded. It felt pretty good.
He knew what else would feel good. He opened a new text.
Jamie
What are you doing tonight?
He was pulling a T-shirt over his head when his mobile chimed with a reply.
Rachel
I thought I’d sit on my stoop and watch the moon.
Jamie
Do you want company?
Rachel
No.
But you I wouldn’t mind.??