Page 2 of Undeniably Perfect

“Kent needs to get his head in the game,” Lanie says.

“At work?” Di asks.

“Should I just go and let you two sort this out for me?” I ask them as I run a hand over my face.

“Don’t be so dramatic, Kent,” Lanie says.

“Is he getting cut from the team?” Di says on a gasp.

“Di, it doesn’t exactly work like that. This isn’t high school,” I try to explain but am promptly cut off by Lanie.

“He just needs to get his shit together. Sounds like upper management gave him a talking to. Ya know, a ‘scared straight’ type of approach,” Lanie says.

“Ohhh…like time-out for baseball players?” Di asks.

I roll my eyes. “Why don’t I let you two go?”

“Chillax, little bro,” Di scolds. “We just need the M team to figure it out for you. Now, I take it the rents don’t know anything.”

“Nope. I don’t need Mom freakin’ out.”

“Good point,” Di says. “Do you have any days off soon?”

I laugh, loudly.

“Uh, Di, do you sleep under a rock or are those blonde hairs seeping into your brain cells?” Lanie asks. “He’s about to be in playoffs!!”

“Oh…right. Sorry, rough night last night,” she says.

“Di, it’s Thursday,” I say.

“I had to grade a billion papers,” she says trailing off. Di’s a teacher and her kids are her life…along with finding Mr. Right, which has not been a successful venture so far.

“OK, so pedal to the metal, then,” Di adds.

“I know, I know. I just…I’m not feeling it,” I admit. My admission is greeted by total silence.

“Are you OK?” Lanie asks me after a long moment.

“I’m fine…I’m just…I don’t know. It’s like I’ve lost my mojo or something,” I say to her.

“Well, shit, son, we need to go find that ASAP,” she says. I laugh because Lanie doesn’t swear often, so when she does it just funny and sort of adorable.

“Let’s go get drinks?” Di suggests, which is equally adorable because Di isn’t a huge drinker.

“Di, it’s almost playoffs,” I point out as I flop back onto my pillow.

“Soooo?”

“So, I don’t drink during playoffs,” I reply.

“Really? Well, it’s not playoffs yet,” she says.

“Di, have you not followed KJ’s career at all?” Lanie asks.

“Sorry, some of us are busy,” she pouts.

“Ladies, focus,” I try to herd the cats I call sisters.

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