On a Wednesday by Whitney G.
Epilogue
One Year Later
Boston, Massachusetts
Isigned my name on the new lease for a beautiful glass building downtown. Set on the corner of Fifth and Turner Avenue, it overlooked the stadium where Kyle played every Sunday.
Unlike the other media giants in the country, I allowed everyone on my team to cover the sport that they were most passionate about.
I never required double bylines and I made sure that every person was writing their own articles.
“An order for a Miss Johnson?” A deliveryman suddenly stepped into the lobby.
“That’s me.” I motioned him over so I could sign for the large green box.
When he was gone, I tore off the paper and found a single sheet.
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I laughed and called Kyle.
“Yes, Court?” he answered on the first ring.
“The playoffs haven’t even started,” I said. “I can’t write the headlines this early, and they’re a bit too inappropriate for me to publish.”
“Is it because of the word ‘orgasms’?”
“It’s because I’m not a fortuneteller, and I can’t predict who is actually going to win the game.”
“Well, I do,” he said. “And I’m trying to save you some time, since there won’t be much time for you to write when I’m finished.”
“Are you still coming to help me christen a few surfaces before your final practice tonight?”
“Of course.” There was a smile in his voice. “I’m in the garage now. Let me up.”
“Twenty minutes.”
“You can recover for as long as you need to …”
The End, Again