Page 38 of Brick Wall
I’m about to argue, but I really can’t. Plus, I have a lady to message.
Sebastian: Hey, Annie! It’s Sebastian.
Annie: Hey! How’s it going?
Sebastian: Good. Do you have a second for a call?
Annie: Sure
My original plan was to text her and quickly check in, but now that I’m doing so, I realize I don’t want that. I want to hear her voice. I kind of hate texting. My fat fingers always get in the way, and my keyboard is so small, even on my larger phone.
I quickly dial her before I can overthink it.
“Hello?” Annie says, picking up after one ring.
“Hey! Thanks for picking up. I hope I didn’t call at a bad time.”
“Nah, I’m just looking over some old tape.”
“I can understand that.” I watch a lot of tape as a player, even when I don’t want to, so I can only imagine how much a coachdoes.
“So, how did you get my phone number?” Annie asks.
“Trade secrets.”
“So, my brother.”
“Do you think I would ask any of them? They would annoy the crap out of me and ask for hourly status updates.”
“True,” she says with a laugh. “Bryce?” she guesses again.
“Nope,” I say but decide to give in and tell her. “Okay, it was Feet,” I admit, and she instantly howls out a laugh. I can’t help but smile.
“Well, now I don’t regret Feet having my number,” Annie admits, and my smile has gotten even bigger.
“I just wanted to check in and see how you’re doing?”
“Oh, I’m doing well,” she casually says.
“You’re okay after the canoe tipped over? No bruising or any problems?”
“Oh,” she says, realizing I was asking how she was after the incident and not in the general sense, although it’s nice to hear she’s doing okay. “Yeah, I’m fine, really. It’s not the first time I’ve fallen out of that canoe.”
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
I’m glad to hear that she’s okay, and I’m relieved this isn’t the first time an old canoe has flipped over. I thought it was my extra-large self that toppled it over.
“Word to the wise, if you don’t want to tip over, don’t go out on any boats with Finn. He’s the worst. He rocks the boat on purpose. Also, don’t go on a canoe with Todd, either.”
I have no idea who Todd is, but I have no plans of going back on a boat anytime soon.
“Good to know.” A dorky smile probably appears on my face, and I’m glad she can’t see it over the phone, but I amhappy that I called her. I feel relieved that she’s okay, and she doesn’t seem to be upset either.
We stay on the phone for a few more minutes, but I hear a voice yelling, “Coach!” in the background, looking for Annie, so we hang up.
My smile somehow lasts for the rest of the day.
Chapter Nineteen
