Page 7 of Game Plan
"Yeah, it is," Mary said softly. "With everyone praying and hoping, she'll pull through. She's tough. She'd have to be, to live with Fred all these years."
"And to marry him, divorce him and remarry him," I said. Apparently no one who knew them back then was surprisedwhen they tied the knot a second time. Some folks were meant to be.
"That too," Mary agreed. "No one is tougher than Lori Jones-Franks."
I had a feeling she had more to say, but I didn't ask. If she wanted me to know, she would tell me. Mary wasn't backward in coming forward. I suspected whatever it was, simply wasn't her news to tell. I'd respect that.
"Has the journalist chick arrived yet?" Mary didn't like it when women were referred to as anything but women, so I did it to tease. It got her every time.
She clicked her tongue in disapproval. "Theyoung womanin question seems to be running late." Mary didn't like tardiness either. "Hopefully she'll be along shortly. Fred is holding a press conference later and he'll expect you to be there."
I nodded.
Oh joy, more press. I could hardly contain my excitement.
I sighed loudly. "Okay, I'll be there." I glanced at my watch. The journalist wasn't that late, not yet, but if she didn't hurry her, hopefully, cute little ass, she'd run out of time and be shit outta luck. I had better places to be than here, waiting for her.
"Of course you will." Mary gave me a smile and hurried back to her chair at the front of the building.
I cast another longing look toward the field and stepped into one of the small press rooms to wait, ass on a table, boots on a chair, arms over my chest.
