1. Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 3)


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    told her about how my day went. She was mortified to learn that her mom knew that she spent the night with me and even more so that she came to my apartment to confront me. Cherry asked, “What I’m I going to say to her? She’s going to kill me!” I said, “My advice is to tell her exactly what happened: that you answered the call of a friend in need and spent the night on the couch—just like I told her you did.” Cherry smiled and said amused, “You liar!” ‘Defending myself’ I said, “If I had been honest, I’d be an honest dead man!” Cherry laughed and agreed with my assessment. I gave her some more advice on what to say and what not to say when she got home and was confronted by her mom. To try and reduce how long she was going to be grounded—our stories needed to match perfectly. Just as we were finishing getting our stories straight, a girls voice from out of my view called out to her and said, ‘come on; we have to go or we’ll be late!’ Cherry said with an exaggerated frown, “I have to go to practice!” “I understand: you have to have your priorities,” I teased her, implying cheerleading was evidently more important than me. “HEY! That’s not fair!!!” Cherry protested while pretending to have been insulted. I smiled and said, “You go practice! When can I see you again?” She thought for a second and asked, “What are you doing Friday?” I shook my head ‘no’ to indicate ‘nothing’ and she continued, “We have a home game: come and watch it! I’ll be cheering for it, of course, but we’ll ...
    get a few minutes at least…” I said, “I’ll be there! What time?” “Be here at 6:00?” “I’ll be there,” I said. A voice off camera screamed, “CHERRY! NOW!” She nearly jumped out of her skin and said quickly, “Gotta go!” before she kissed the camera on the phone and disconnected the call. The conversation only lasted about 20 minutes, but I felt like I just got home from vacation. I felt so good that I decided to go and see how the guys at the firehouse were doing. On the drive there, my shirt was irritating my stitches and it had me once again thinking about little Katie. I parked on the side of the fire house and walked in to the shock of the other guys there. They were asking me how I was doing and I assured them I was ‘ok’ as we went on to talk about what was going on. A few minutes passed and Chief came passing through; stopping dead in his tracks when he saw me. I suddenly felt like the teenager sneaking out of his window late at night only to find his dad waiting for him on the other side. “What the hell are you doing here?” Chief asked. I said, “I was feeling ok and wanted to see what was going on.” He barely waited me to finish talking before he said sternly, “My ass—you feel ok.” The rest of the guys melted into the background and slinked away to find other things to do rather than witness what they thought was about to be an ass chewing (their feelings matched mine at that moment). Chief continued, “You’re not ready. Come back when you are ready and not before. I don’t ...
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