Randall:Have a good night.
Elise:You too.
March 28
Randall:What’s up?
Elise:Not much. You?
Randall:Had a road game in Vancouver and saw my brothers.
Elise:Just your brothers?
Randall:Dad was too busy to go to the game.
Elise:How about your mom?
Randall:She died six years ago.
Elise:I’m sorry, Randall. That must have been hard.
Randall:The leukemia was diagnosed the summer before I was heading to Boston College on a hockey scholarship. I stayed in town instead. Joined a junior team so I could be there till the end.
Elise:She must have cherished every minute you spent with her. I’m so sorry.
Randall:Anyway, it’s Dad and my brothers James and Charles at home.
Elise:At least your brothers came. That’s good right?
Randall:They asked for Lance’s autograph and wanted to meet the team.
Elise:Lance who?
Randall:Lance is the star forward for the Mavericks.
Elise:As far as I’m concerned, you’re the star of the Mavericks.
Randall:Not according to my brothers. They think I’m a joke.
Elise:Fuck them, they sound like assholes.[Deleted]
Elise:You’re not a joke.
About ten minutes later…
Elise:Your brothers’ loss for not asking for your autograph.
About ten minutes later…
Elise:They’re proud of you, Randall. Sometimes it’s hard for siblings to show emotions. At least they recognize what a big deal it is that you’re part of a great team.
Elise:Also, hockey is the best sport in the world and you get to do it every day.
Randall:You didn’t even know the Mavericks existed till a few weeks ago.
Elise:I’m a fast learner.
Randall:Didn’t mean to be a bummer. Thanks for letting me get it off my chest.
