My phone beeps. It’s noon already. “I, uh, last week, I told those guys—”
“That you’d show up and play?”
“Yes. And Mark—”
“Is going to be there.”
“Yes.” I feel like a horrible mood killer now.
“So, go play. You were so happy about that tournament last week.”
“I was. I am. But I’m going to have to tell Mark, don’t I?”
She looks at me for a second, then says, “I think so. I’m glad you told me.”
We get up. She touches my arm and says, “When were you planning on grading that test?”
“Sometime tomorrow, I guess. I’m meeting with Dell and her friends in the morning, so either afternoon or evening.”
“Want to give me a call? I have to grade a test too. We could be in the same room and totally ignore each other.” She grins.
“Sure! I will.”