Stuart’s mobile rang. “It’s for you.” He handed it to me.
It was Grey, my soon to be thirteen year old nephew. “What’s wrong?” My brain started imagining the million and one possibilities.
“Nothing. I just wanted to say hi.”
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
We chatted about his baseball game. He plays catcher and he had gotten clipped by a ball to the head in his last game. He told me he is about to start track and was worried about the times that it will clash with baseball. Told me about his dad’s girlfriend and that he really likes her and will be happy when she moves in because he and his dad are slobs and she is a neat freak.”
“That doesn’t mean she’s your maid young man.”
“Oh, I know, I know!” He backtracked.
I kept waiting for him to spill some big bad that would make me want to get on a plane and kill someone but after 15 minutes of chatting he said, ‘Ok, I have to go get ready for my game.”
“Have a good day. I love you.”
“I love you too.” He groaned.
