“And I’m sorry for implying that your dad is the reason you are where you are. I watched that game. You were phenomenal.” Despite the rush of warmth his compliment elicits, I can’t stop a flicker of doubt. “Are you just saying that so I don’t feel shitty again?” “I don’t just say things.” I’m starting to suspect how true that is. “Well, thanks. I guess I appreciate that.” Grudgingly, I add, “You’re a very good player too.” “I didn’t say you were very good. I said you were phenomenal.” “And I said you’re very good.”
