“Yeah, but I still have to watch myself. Like at the game against you guys this week.” Maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned that part. Coach Miller had been giving me regular “stay the fuck in line” pep talks—which we both knew were warnings. Her brow creased, and she shifted her body weight. “Are you sure it won’t be worse if I’m there?” “No, it’ll be fine.” I shook my head. That didn’t come out the way I wanted it to. Having her there would be so much more than fine. “It’ll be great,” I assured her. “I’m looking forward to you coming. I can keep my cool.” I think.
