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I nodded. “Thankfully, I had a friend intervene,” I said, thinking of Bishop and how helpful he’d been. Just thinking of him was enough to make me sigh with longing.
“Sounds like you miss that friend,” she said with a knowing grin.
I smiled but didn’t offer any more information about my relationship with that ‘friend’. Thinking of Bishop and of Rector suddenly made me realized that I did miss them terribly. Although I was enjoying my lone relationship with Deacon as it is, I wished the other two were back. A knot formed in my stomach. Did my plans worked out too well? Did I regret getting my revenge?
*****
THE REST OF THE WEEK flew by. I met up with Tuesday every afternoon to go through the routine. After each practice we went to the Calculus Café, always sitting in front of that whiteboard and its complex problem.
“Why do I get the feeling you’re going to solve that darn thing?” I said.
She simply smiled and shrugged.
“Tomorrow is the final day of practice,” I said. “Think you’re ready?”
“You tell me.”
I nodded. “I think Audrey will be very impressed with your progress.”
“She said it was to be a dress rehearsal.”
“Right.”
“I don’t have my cheerleading uniform yet.”
“Hmm.” I contemplated her situation. “I have an extra sweater that you can borrow. I had an extra skirt but it’s torn.”
Her eyes lit up the way they always did when she was excited. “I can mend it. I’m good with needle and thread.”
“Great. I’ll bring them by your place tonight.”
*****
THE NEXT DAY, AS I hurried to the dance studio, I ran into Tuesday.
“How are you feeling?” I said.
“I’ve been going over these routines all night. I even dreamt about them last night.” She pinched the sweater she wore. “Thanks for the sweater.”
“And the skirt?”
“It wasn’t just torn, Brook,” she said with an apologetic sigh. “It was shredded. There’s not much to put back together.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure Audrey will get a skirt for you before the game tomorrow.”
We laughed as we entered the studio together.
Audrey, standing ready at the head of the large dance studio, glared at us.
“Why do I get the feeling she doesn’t like me very much?” Tuesday muttered.
“Don’t take it personally,” I said as we got into place and limbered up. “She’s like that with practically everybody. You have to be a member of the very elite to impress her.”
“Okay, girls,” Audrey called out once everyone was there. “The big game is tomorrow. The Spring Game. This is not the time to fuck up... so let’s get these routines down perfect.”
She put on the first song and watched us closely as we went through the routine. With slow and deliberate steps, she walked past us, scrutinizing us.
The song ended and we stood awaiting her critique.
