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noticed everyone turning their heads to look at him, followed by the look of shock and disbelief on their faces like saying “Fuck, Troy Myers is in jail!” He ignored them and went directly to Logan who was waving at him in the corner.
    The prize of being famous. He liked being popular, but at this moment, he wished he was just a nobody.
    “You look like shit,” Logan said.
    Troy sat on the chair in front of his coach. Who wouldn’t look like shit after spending a night and half a day in a dusty cell with a bug-infested bed? “So are you,” he returned.
    Logan ran his fingers through his frizzy gray hair. “I’ve been running errands all morning for you.”
    “You spoke to the judge?”
    “Yes, I did. He signed the petition, but to be effective tomorrow.”
    “What?”
    “He wants you to stay one more night in jail. He said you need to learn a lesson.”
    Troy scoffed. “Another night of hell.”
    “Just be thankful you don’t have to stay here until Monday.”
    “Where the hell is Jeremy?”
    “Your lawyer can’t help you today. He’s sick.”
    Troy leaned backward and rubbed his forehead.
    Logan laid a card in front of him. “Write something for Miss Graham.”
    Troy drew his brows together. “What’s that for?”
    “A sorry card, you dimwit. Just write ‘I’m sorry’ and sign your name. I’m going to the hospital to see her.”
    “You think that will work?”
    “Unlikely, but I’m taking all chances to soften her up.”
    “Is it possible for her to withdraw the charges?”
    “No, she can’t. The police had filed on her behalf. But if I could convince her to claim the fault, it could save you from jail.”
    “So you’re going to bribe her?”
    “It’s called an amicable settlement, and I’m deducting it from your allowance.”
    Troy shrugged. That amount was too meager for him to mind. “If she knows how much I’m earning, she might attempt to empty my bank account.”
    “That will not happen,” Logan assured. “I’ll haggle with her. I learned she’s getting evicted out of her apartment. She’s in desperate need of money, so she might be amenable to a lesser amount.”
    “Or hand her a blank check,” Troy suggested. “I have a checkbook in my car.”
    “Nevermind that. We will not give her any blank check. If we come up with a deal, I’ll pay her twenty-five percent in advance.”
    Troy picked up the pen and wrote the two sorry words Logan had instructed him to write down, and then he signed his name.
    “Just like that?” Logan nodded at the card. “No opening remark?”
    “What opening remark?”
    “Jesus! You never wrote a love letter your whole life?”
    Troy shook his head. “Never.”
    “Ah, just write ‘Dear Miss Graham’ or something like that. Christ, I can beat the shit out of you if we’re to compete for a woman.”
    “I’d gladly concede to you if it’s about a woman, so long as you marry her.”
    “Shut the fuck up and write that bullshit down. I’ll still have to drop by a flower shop.”
    “You’re buying her flowers.”
    “In your name.”
    “No.” He shook his head. “I never give flowers to women. Not my style.”
    Logan leaned closer to Troy. “Don’t fucking argue with me and finish that god damn card. I’ve got a lot of other things to do to clean that filthy shit off your ass.”
    “Just how filthy is my ass?” Troy sighed and wrote down the exact bullshit as Logan had called it. When he was finished, he folded the card and handed it to his uncle. “I hope that works.”
    Logan put the card in an envelope and rose to his feet. “You’d better start praying ten Our Fathers, ten Hail Mary’s and one hundred Om Mani Padme Hum .”
    Troy frowned. He knew those last words. His Tibetan roommate in college used to hum it all the time. “That’s Buddhist.”
    “Who cares? You’re going to need the help of all gods and saints you can think of. If they will even listen to you.”
    Troy scratched his nape. Logan made it look