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is out there dribbling like a baby, tripping over his own feet like his shoelaces are glued together.”
    She waived her hand at him, feeling her buzz. “He did not. Who made the pass to bring us up? Parker.”
    “Yeah but he fell and then crawled trying to get up like a toddler.”
    “See, you need to stop.” In her head she thought she said shop .
    They looked back up at the TV.
    Ramón asked, “So what made you such a Spurmaids fan? I mean you’re from Augusta, right?  Is it because you went to school in San Antonio?”
    She focused to get it right, taking a second to rub her forehead. “I graduated from high school in Augusta, and went on to Georgia State for communications, but I got my Masters in Business Administration from Texas A and M.”
    “That’s far from San Antonio, right?”
    “Yeah, but in Texas, the only NBA teams you have are . . .” she paused, “Dallas, Houston and San Antonio. I just picked the Spurs because of wild Dennis Rodman.”
    “Oh he was a bad boy, now. With those fish hooks in his nose. You know that’s why they called him The Worm.”
    “Really?” She rubbed her forehead again and then sipped her water.
    He stared at her. “Look at you. You want some coffee?”
    “No. I’ll be fine.”
    He waited, then pointed to her empty shot glass. “I hear they do a lot of drinking in college.”
    “They do. But I guess you wouldn’t know that,” she joked.
    “True. I don’t. I never went.”
    She sipped more water, and got quiet.
    “Don’t feel sorry for me. I stayed home and took care of my mom. My dad worked so hard, he was rarely home. My mom had Parkinson’s. She was on disability for years.” He spoke with flecks of sorrow speckled in his copper eyes.
    She took a breath and absorbed his expression. “I’m so sorry.”
    “No, it’s okay. She passed away five years ago. Seeing her go through that was tough, but accepting that she was no longer in pain made me happy. God’s will.”
    She watched him as his sincere side shined. She liked it. “I’m sure it does.”
    His posture stiffened, but his face softened.
    She asked, “So how did you end up in Atlanta?”
    “I worked at a few apartment complexes in Miami, mainly as a handyman. I would handle the mail there, notifying residents when they had packages, and delivering notices, stuff like that. A while ago, one of the managers in the rental office was moving out here and told me he saw a posting for a mailroom job at Bain. The rest is history.”
    “I see. I’m glad he did.”
    “Yeah, actually, his son applied for the job, but he didn’t get it. I felt bad. That big old watermelon head dude couldn’t even read.”
    She titled her head and gave him the quit it eye. “Oh no you didn’t.”
    “It’s true.”
    “Anyway, you like it at Bain?” She sipped the last of her water.
    “It’s cool. Not sure where I can go from the mailroom. A black man with a Puerto Rican accent can’t really do much.”
    “Why not?” She set her glass down. Her head felt steadier. “You could do facilities, administration, even learn computers and work in IT. You ever thought about going to a technical college?”
    “I have. I really want to open my own maintenance company.”
    “Then you should.”
    “True. For now, I’m just paying the bills right now, until . . .”
    “Until what?”
    “Just for now. I have a one bedroom in Dunwoody. Where do you live?”
    “In Johns Creek, near Spaghetti Junction.”
    “That’s Fulton County, right?”
    “Yep. Not too far from here.”
    “I see.” He leaned back. “Well, I’m impressed, I must say. You’ve earned your Masters. You have a corporate job, a great position. Impressive.”
    “I’m impressed with you. You’re a great guy. A lot of fun.”
    A tinge of red appeared along his cheeks. “You know sometimes, the guy who works at McDonald’s doesn’t get the hot girls?”
    “You hardly work at McDonald’s.”
    “True.”
    She sat back. “But I can’t imagine