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“Yeah,” I reply. “You take your meds?”
“Yep…I hear waves.”
“At the beach.”
“But the sun?”
My lips quirk at the note of worry in her voice. “It’s almost down.”
“Good. It’s pouring here.”
I’d kill for a rainy New York day.
“You heard me?”
“What?”
“I said Mom and Carter asked about you at brunch.”
“Is it the third Sunday already?”
“Yeah.”
“You okay? Was he?—”
“Yep. I’m okay.”
“Hold on.” I check traffic. It’s still shit, but it’s starting to move. “Traffic is letting up.” I start the car back up.
“Aight, I’ll let you go. Call if you need me.”
“Always.”
I pullup to my house and stare at the arched glass entry framed with white bougainvillea.
“I am already yours, but would you do me the honor of marrying me?”
I shift into reverse and back out.
REAL TALK SPORTS WITH DARIUS & TODD
“Darius, that’s foul, man,” Todd says, waving him off.
“I’m just saying what everyone at home is thinking. His performance is decent?—”
“Decent?” Todd scoffs. “He’s top five in the league offensively.”
“But is that enough for the Royals to put up with other players’ discomfort and the circus in the stands?”
“Sure, sure, but that’s not Cade’s fault.”
“Come on, T,” he says, throwing up his hands. “Be real. If Arnaz never came out, everyone would be focused on his game. I’m just saying, if I’m John Sealey?—”
“Royals’ GM.”
“Yeah, if I’m the Royals’ GM, I’m doing the math right now to determine if he’s worth keeping. Art Johnson is a free agent. He could take Cade’s place.”
“No offense to Art,” Todd says, crossing his arms, “but he isn’t close to Cade offensively or defensively.”
