“Malik said you might propose to your girlfriend?” Malik has a big mouth. I briefly squeeze my eyes shut, like that will make the words disappear. How long will the lifespan of my little lie be? “Uh, maybe,” I hedge. Coach grins. “My daughter’s getting married soon, you know.” I do know. Coach passed out save the date cards a few months ago in the locker room. A black and white photo of a couple with mountains in the background. I vaguely remember sticking mine in a drawer somewhere in the kitchen. Probably need to find that and actually, you know, save the date. That is, if I’m still here.
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