I wondered if the back stabber would be around like my faux-kid had predicted. And if she did come around what difference would that make. Well, again... not a damn bit because I did not tust her—at all!And, of course, there was Anna, a much better person, but by no means the looker that my ex was. And, did that make any difference. I had convinced myself that it didn’t, but was I kidding myself. I was fifty-seven; a chooser I was never gonna be. Even Anna was fifty. Was she just settling for me?. I can't predict who will give in to all the temptations of college life for a sports star."I also think I understand why you don't seem to show any nerves in a tight game. It must all seem pretty trivial after what you've been through."Cal almost panicked until he realized the coach was referring to the incidents involving Greg, and probably THE DAY. The coach could not have known about the cemetery attack. "I never consider competition trivial," was all he could think to say."Oh, I didn't mean. “It wasn't until he was asleep that he mumbled your name. Another time, he took a shower and I saw a message from you. I got your number from his good friend Robby." “You may be wondering why I’m telling you this.” I sigh, pouring more scotch into my glass. "Katherine, I didn't want to be that girl. The home wrecker. I didn't steal your husband nor was it ever my intention. We were both deceived. I’m sorry." I hang up before slowly settling down against the bathroom door. I wasn’t crying, just. This feels mighty nice. Please dont hurt me. I heard the woman cry from the movie. Shes asking for it. I heard some guy shouting a few rows a head of Mitch and I in the theater. How about taking it out for a breath of air. Mitch said. Oh by the way my name is Mitch, whats your name bitch? Mitch asked pulling his tight sleeveless T-shirt up over his muscular stomach over his chest and head and tossed it on the seat on the other side of him. Your hotter than the woman in the film bitch. My name.