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"Hey, everyone. Di, Mouse, how are you feeling?"
    Mouse ate the last French fry off her plate. "Great, practice was awesome."
    "My practice was less awesome," I said.
    Jess nodded. "No rush, but when you're done eating, let's grab a few minutes in your office to talk."
    I nodded, then my stomach dropped when Coach Ron's voice said from behind me, "You need to fix the Wi-Fi."

CHAPTER THREE
    I took a slow, calming breath and turned around with a smile. Apparently he had discovered that I worked at the center. "Pardon me?"
    He grumbled at me then spoke slowly, carefully saying each word. "I can't connect to the Wi-Fi."
    I tried to smile but couldn't imagine that it was very convincing. "I'm sorry, sir, the Wi-Fi is only for tournament staff."
    "There's zero cell reception in the range, and I need to update the parents."
    "There's great reception if you step out into the parking lot."
    He pointed to the window, behind which snowflakes danced down from the sky. "It's snowing."
    "It's January in Wyoming. That barely qualifies as snow." Snarkiness crept into my voice. "I'm sorry, but the wireless is dedicated to getting the live scoring out. If it makes you feel any better, we're not using the Wi-Fi either." I gestured to the table, and everyone nodded in agreement.
    He took in a breath to speak then cut his eyes over to Liam and stopped. Instead he mumbled, "Thanks anyways," and left.
    I turned back to the table, which had gone quiet.
    Mouse slapped me on the back. "Way to put him in his place."
    "What? I thought I was pretty diplomatic." I looked around the table.
    "Sure," Mary said, dragging out the word dubiously.
    Jess quirked an eyebrow at me. "I wouldn't call it diplomatic, but you were fine. He's been nothing but a bother today."
    "Did you get that kid's bow fixed?"
    She finished off the rest of her sandwich. Little flecks of green paste clung to her lips before she licked them off, probably her kale-and-hummus mix she swore by. At least she practiced what she preached. "As well as we could. You done? Ready to talk?"
    "Yeppers." I stood up and grabbed my tray.
    Mouse called after me, "Di, I put your bow and quiver on your chair at the range. Next to Moo's bed."
    "Thanks!" I raised my voice as I replied over my shoulder.
    After dropping the tray off at the return station, I followed behind Jess. "We can use my office," I said. I wanted some privacy.
    I unlocked the door, flipped on the lights, and grabbed my desk chair.
    Jess closed the door and also grabbed a chair. "Tell me about practice."
    "I only got in two ends, but I was a total mess. I could barely get through the clicker. I shook. My heart was pounding. I barely hit the target at all. Do I have to shoot today?" I flopped my head down onto my arms on the desk.
    The clicker was a thin piece of metal that went on the far side of the arrow. When you pulled back far enough, it would click against the riser and let you know that you had drawn back to the correct distance.
    "Yes, you have to compete. Come on, you're not a quitter."
    I rolled my head to the side. "I know. I can't not shoot, but..." I swallowed hard. I had known Jess for years. I had to be honest. "I'm so disappointed."
    "You're putting too much pressure on yourself. You need two skills to succeed in archery: the ability to shoot and the ability to shoot in tournaments. You only get better by practicing both."
    "Wanted to do well." I shuddered as I avoided her eye contact.
    "You'll do well by having a good attitude and focusing on your goals. What are the goals we picked out?"
    I let out a big sigh. I didn't want to be mature and think of practical matters. I wanted to win. But I forced my brain back into the frame of mind Jess was requesting. "Focusing on strong, aggressive shots."
    She chuckled at me. "That's not very enthusiastic."
    "I don't feel very enthusiastic, either." I gave her a half smile, the best I could authentically muster. I was frustrated but not a total whiner. "I really wanted to impress