Page 150 of Slew Foot
“Give me your phone. You can read off the number while I put it in.”
Rafe handed over his phone. He was about to give Tanner the passcode for it but a moment later, it was unlocked.
Rafe gaped. “How did you do that?”
Tanner gave him a look. “Dude, youjustchanged it the other day. I tried a combo of your and Mickey’s jersey numbers and hey, what do you know?”
Rafe scowled. Okay, maybe he needed a better passcode. Mickey probably had a better one.
“Screen’s going dark again,” Tanner reminded him.
“Fuck!” Rafe woke it up, then opened Katrin’s contact. “Okay, you ready to put in the number?” he asked.
“Ready.”
When Rafe was sure he had it right, he closed the contact and turned off Mickey’s phone.
“Thanks,” he said when Tanner handed his phone back. “I’m gonna text Connor and see what he thinks.”
“Good call.” Tanner stretched out again, leaving no room for Rafe. “He’ll know what the right thing to do is.”
Rafe sighed. They really needed a bigger couch.
He sat on the floor, typing out a message to Connor.Would you be mad if Jesse snooped through your phone to get your mom’s number?
A moment later, he got three question marks in response, then,Why would he? Jesse knows my ma’s number. Hell, they probably talk more than she and I do at this point.
Rafe rolled his eyes and explained what he was trying to do.
I think under the circumstances, Mickey would understand you snooping. It’s harmless. Jesse agrees and says ‘aww, that’s sweet’.
Finally, something helpful. “Captain and goalie approved,” Rafe said.
Tanner shot him a thumbs-up.
Rafe bent his head and typed out a message to Mickey’s mom.
Hi, Mrs. Schmidt. This is Rafe, Mickey’s boyfriend. I wanted to do something nice for him and get him the cake his grandma used to make him when he was a kid. He’s talked about it before. He said it had plums in it? Could you tell me what it’s called and how I mightbe able to get it? Do they deliver cakes from Germany? The cost doesn’t matter.
It took about fifteen minutes before he got a reply back.Hi, Rafe. It’s nice to meet you. Please call me Katrin. That is a very nice gesture, and I am glad to hear you’re looking out for my son. The cake you’re looking for is called ‘Zwetschgenkuchen’. While I think it might be possible to get a cake delivered from Germany, I think it might be a better idea to look for a German bakery in Boston that makes it.
Oh! Duh! Rafe smiled down at his phone and sent,Awesome idea. Thanks! Uhh, I am not sure I remember how Mickey pronounced it though.
A moment later, a voice message appeared, and Rafe played it, listening carefully.
Tanner sat up. “Dude who is that? She has a sexy voice.”
Rafe rolled his eyes. “It’s Mickey’smom. And she was talking aboutcake.”
“What kind of cake?” Tanner waggled his eyebrows.
“The dessert from a bakery kind, you weirdo.”
Tanner lay back down again. “Oh, well, she’s got a MILF-y voice.”
“Do you ever think aboutanythingbut sex?” Rafe asked.
“I mean, hockey,” Tanner said like that should have been obvious. “And like … food. Video games.Lotsof things.”
