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crumple the autograph and toss it aside.

5
    A idy

    “ L ook . Look at this.” I shove my phone at my sister the moment she finishes tucking Enzo into bed. The kid was so upset earlier, he shoved his face full of pizza and got so full he almost passed out from exhausted gluttony in the cab on the ride home.
    Pulling the door closed, she takes my phone and squints at the bright screen in the dark hallway.
    “What am I looking at?” she asks.
    “That asshole baseball guy,” I say. “He must’ve gotten my number from the back of that business card I gave Enzo. Can you believe he wants to mail him an autograph now?”
    “That’s . . . actually kind of nice of him.” One side of her mouth pulls up, and she folds her arms, peering at my phone screen again. “And look at that. You told him to fuck off.”
    Pressing my phone against my chest, I frown. “No, he’s not nice, Wren. He’s a jerk.”
    “Maybe he was having a bad day? People are allowed to have those, you know.”
    “He made Enzo cry.”
    Wren smirks. “Come on. I love my son, but we both know he cries at the drop of a hat. Always has. Just like Mom.”
    Brows furrowed, I stand shoulder to shoulder with my sister. “What am I supposed to do now? I can’t be like, ‘ Oh, sorry. I changed my mind. Please don’t fuck off. You can mail him an autograph now .’”
    Wren hooks her hand around my elbow and leads me to the living room. “Don’t sweat it. He won’t even remember this by tomorrow. He’s too excited about that field trip.”
    “Yeah. You’re right.” I exhale just as my phone buzzes in my pocket. With my guard up, I fully expect it to be the bearded wonder again, only instead it’s my best friend, Topaz, asking me to call her as soon as possible. “All right. I’m going to my room. Topaz wants me to call her.”
    “She’s back from Aruba already?”
    “I guess?” Shuffling to my room, I close the door and change into pajamas. Phone calls with Topaz are never quick, so I at least want to be comfortable. Crawling into bed, I pull the covers up to my waist and sink back before pulling up her contact information and pressing the green button.
    “Oh my god, Aidy?” she answers. “Oh my god, oh my god.”
    “What?” I laugh. “You’re freaking me out here. What is it?”
    “You’re never going to believe this,” she says, her words coming out in a rushed sigh. “There’s a freaking tropical storm down here. All flights are grounded until further notice. I’m stuck here.”
    Lightly chuckling, I say, “Topaz, there are worse places you could be stranded than a tropical island.”
    “Right. You’re absolutely right. What was I thinking? Let me just hang up with you and grab my towel. I’d love nothing more than to enjoy a Mai Tai while being pelted by hundred mile-per-hour rain.”
    “Hang out in your hotel,” I say. “Order some room service and watch some movies. Just relax until the storm passes. That’s all I meant.”
    Topaz groans. “I’m booked to do makeup in the morning. Can you cover me?”
    “Of course. Where?”
    “High Park Center,” she says. “Studio 4B. Ask for Michelle, she’s in charge of production. She’ll point you to hair and makeup.”
    “What show is this for?” I don’t want to seem like a clueless buffoon when I show up tomorrow.
    “It’s a morning sports show for the ASPN channel. It’s called Smack Talk and it’s exactly what it sounds like: some guys sitting around showing highlight reels from last night’s games, giving each other shit. So anyway, just basic camera-ready makeup. And be there by seven.”
    “Ah, easy enough.”
    “Yeah, they’re a riot. You’ll love working with them,” Topaz says. “Anyway, I should probably get off the phone. If you don’t hear from me tomorrow . . .”
    “Topaz,” I say. “The storm will pass. I promise. You’ll be home before you know it. Call me when you’re back in the city and we’ll do coffee, okay?”
    “Thanks, Aidy.