Page 14 of Tight End

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Me

Didn’t know figure skating made you emotional.

Marissa

Only when it’s done right.

Me

You sleeping at all?

Sometimes the replies came hours later.

Marissa

Define sleeping.

I sighed, frustrated that I couldn’t be there to take care of her.

Me

I’ll lecture you about that later. Kill it out there today.

Marissa

I’m trying. Jet lag is evil.

Me

You’re tougher than jet lag. Eat something that isn’t from a hotel bar.

Marissa

You sound like my mom.

Me

You want your mom to know you’re not sleeping enough, or should I take that job?

Some days, her texts made me laugh out loud, earning myself odd looks from my coworkers or random people on the subway.

Marissa

Walked into a rink today and saw a grown man in a sparkly blue unitard crying over a broken skate blade.

Me

I’d cry too if someone made me wear that.

Marissa

It was bedazzled.

Me

Seriously?

Marissa

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