Page 16 of Pitching for Keeps
"Practice," another bridesmaid says with air quotes. "Is that what they're calling it now?"
Me: Stop making me smile. Megan's bridesmaids think we're sexting.
Jay: Are we not? I can start if you want. "Hey girl, nice ERA..."
Me: I hate you.
Jay: No you don't.
Me: No I don't.
"She's grinning at her phone again!" Sarah stage-whispers.
"I'm checking the weather," I lie. "For wedding purposes."
"The weather forecast is partly cloudy with a 100% chance of Tracy being in love," Megan sings.
The morning flies by in a blur of hair, makeup, and me trying not to check my phone every thirty seconds. Our hair stylist asks why I keep smiling, and I blame it on wedding excitement. Then the makeup artist says she's never seen someone's face naturally this happy, and I pretend I don't know what she means.
By noon, I've checked the MiLB app twice.
Jay: Meeting's running long. Coach is discussing lineup changes.
Me: You'll make it, right?
Jay: I promised. Have I ever broken a promise to you?
I think about five years ago, about promises we didn't make and ones we couldn't keep.
Me: No. You haven't.
Jay: Not starting now. Plus, Ted's driving. We'll make it.
At 1:30, Megan finds me pacing in my bridesmaid dress, phone clutched in my hand.
"He'll be here," she says softly.
"What? I'm not—I'm just checking the timeline. Making sure we're on schedule. You know me and schedules."
"Tracy." She takes my hand. "He'll be here. That boy would probably miss the fam before he’d miss this wedding. For Greg and for you."
"He's right-handed. Pitching left-handed would destroy his mechanics and—" I catch her knowing look. "I'm being obvious, aren't I?"
"You cited his pitching mechanics. So yes."
My phone buzzes.
Jay: In the car. Ted's driving like we're stealing home. ETA 2:47.
Me: Photos start at 2:00.
Jay: I know. I'm changing in the backseat. Ted's not happy about it.
Me: TMI
Jay: You asked about my tux yesterday. Figured you'd want confirmation I'm wearing it.
Me: I hate you.
