“Leo, huh? Was he one of the coaches?” Okay, so yes. I’m doing a little digging. But it’s my responsibility to ask questions. I mean . . . I need to know who my girl will be spending her afternoons with. It has nothing to do with the zing. The zing was a fluke. It had to be. I don’t do zings. Not in a really, really long time. Zings and I have had words. Not nice words. Unkind words.
