Caryn Elizabeth Chapter Two - Part Two The Contract
Copyright 2020 Robert H. Politz IBAX
Her new employer’s support team handled their arrangements and two weeks later, they arrived. The girls’ grumbling significantly diminished when they saw their new home, a beautiful suburban flat located in a well- kept neighborhood just a few minutes’ drive from the new resort. Their chauffeur opened the door, carried in their bags and handed Caryn the keys. “I think you’ll find most everything you’ll need here” he said while showing Caryn the flat with its fully stocked cupboards and refrigerator. “And here is a list of names and phone numbers. If you have any questions, just ring this one and we’ll help you settle in. Are you quite set then mum?” “Oh wow! I mean yes. Thank you very much.” “Right then. Good evening mum” he said with a tip of his cap as he walked out the door. Caryn watched the limousine pull away and wondered if she had made the right decision. Wow, this is wonderful. I hope I can live up to their expectations. Suddenly, her hand went up to her mouth. What if I can’t? What if I’m not good enough? Whew. Okay, come on Caryn Elizabeth, you can do it. You’re good at this. Just keep reminding yourself that you-can-do-it. She took a long nervous breath and looked around. “Okay girls, where are you. Come on, let’s get unpacked. We’ve been up for almost twenty-four hours and ––” Suddenly, they shot out of one room running past her into another. “Oh my-gosh. Where do they get such energy?” When they started to unpack, the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it. You two continue putting your stuff away.” She ran to the door. It was Collins. “Ah. Good evening Caryn, you’ve arrived. Well done. I hope your trip was not too tiring. Sorry we had to do things in a bit of a rush but I think we got everything right.” “Oh, no… um, yes Mr. Collins, the trip was just fine. Flying first class was a treat and a car was waiting for us when we landed. Your team did a great job. I’m really impressed. Oh, I’m sorry. Please, come in.” “Thank you. I just wanted to see that you have everything you need and that ––” Just then, two vehicles pulled into the drive. He turned and looked out through the still open door. “Excellent. Lori got them here before ten.” The girls came running from the living room. “Hey Mom” yelled Julie. “There’s a TV in there.” They stopped short when they saw Collins. “Oh. Hi. Who’s this Mom?” “Girls, this is Mr. Collins. He’s the Vice-president. Mr. Collins, my two daughters, Julie and Amy.” “Well, good evening Julie and Amy. It’s a pleasure to meet you both. I know you’ve just arrived but, what do you think so far? Do you like your new home?” “Hi Mr. Collins. I’m Amy, she’s Julie. Are you my Mom’s new boss?” “Oops. Sorry. Yes, I suppose so. But we like to think of it as just being on the same team.” While they were chatting, a man walked up to the open door and knocked on his clipboard. “Um, pardon the interruption sir, mum. Mr. Collins is it? I have a vehicle delivery for––” “Oh yes. Of course. Don’t want to hold you up. Let’s take a look.” Collins took the clipboard, examined the delivery form and signed it. “Very good timing, although it is getting a bit dark out. Difficult to see from here. Let’s have a closer look. Shall we?” They walked out to a shiny new car, examined it and Collins removed the keys. He handed them to Caryn and said, “Here we are, just as promised.” “Oh wow. This is far more than I expected. It’s beautiful. Thank you very much. I hope I don’t get lost driving around in it.” “No worries about that. Hop in. I’ll show you.” Caryn started the car and Collins demonstrated the navigation display screen. “Press this menu button, put in your destination, and you instantly have a map and directions. It even talks to you. Tells you if you’ve missed a turn. And, well, I’m sure you’ll like it. It’s saved me countless hours.” Caryn was in awe. She thought it would be a basic vehicle, even worried if she could remember how to drive a standard shift and wondered if it even had a radio. Her contract only said ‘car’ but they certainly didn’t scrimp on it or on the flat. “Now,” Collins continued, “I suggest you take the next few days getting used to your new home. Take a walk and meet your neighbors. Oh, and make sure you talk to Mrs. Hickman next door. She’s just there. Her husband used to work for us but he passed away a few years ago and she’s now all alone.” “Oh, that’s terrible. I’ll bet she’s lonely. Do you know anything about her? What kind of person is she?” Collins smiled. “Ah ha, you’re showing your motherly protective instinct I see. I would expect no less. But don’t be concerned. We’ve known her for many years. She’s retired now. Used to teach school and was very good at it. I think you’ll find her a very likable person and someone you can trust with the girls.” “With the girls…, you mean she babysits?” Collins looked puzzled. “Baby? Are you preg––?” “No, no, no. Not babysitting for a baby, just someone to watch the girls when I’m not here.” “Oh, I see. I misunderstood. At any rate, Mrs. Hickman is very good with children. And, for those times when your daughters are home and you are not, she can be an excellent nanny. She’s taken care of our daughter in the past and I expect she’ll do the same for you.” Caryn had been worrying about who she could find to supervise the girls when she was at work and Mrs. Hickman seemed to be the answer. “Amazing!” was all she could say. “Amazing…? What’s amazing Caryn?” “All this. Everything! Mr. Collins, I don’t know what to say except, thank you.” They quickly adapted to their new life. The fall semester of school began and Caryn’s work schedule allowed her to be home when the girls left each morning and when they returned ten hours later. An hour each way on the bus, six hours of regular classes and two hours of extra-curricular activities was a long school day. But this time, the girls were actually enjoying it. Mrs. Hickman was always happy to spend time tutoring her favorite ‘students’ when Caryn had to work on the weekends. And, of course, the term ‘babysitting’ was never mentioned. After all, Amy and Julie were, as they frequently reminded everyone, “almost teen-agers”. On her first day Caryn placed a sign in the office that read: Our guests are paying a premium priceto have us serve their every reasonable needIt is up to us to ensure they fondly remember their stay and speak of us as the epitome of resort destinations Her department took on the personality of ‘white glove’ service and Caryn’s primary directive of “Five Star, Five Diamond” treatment for each and every guest quickly created the most respected butler team in the world. Monday morning: “… and now, today’s weather…” said the announcer when she turned on the television and began her usual routine. One cereal for Julie and a different one for Amy. They still insisted on different foods but now she had enough money to accommodate them. I’m so glad I accepted this job she thought while placing bowls and plates on the table. Hmm, the girls are usually in here by now. I wonder what they’re doing. More minutes ticked by. Are they still sleeping? “Come on, girls. Breakfast is ready and the school bus will be here soon. You don’t want to miss it.” Suddenly a bright red “Breaking News” scrolled across the screen and a different announcer interrupted. “This just in. Fighting has broken out in ––” Then he said the name of a country Caryn couldn’t even pronounce. Something-stan. “Another attack? Those people are crazy.” The upcoming weekend was marked with a big red “G” on the calendar that hung in the kitchen next to the refrigerator. –– A school game –– Football. Amy and Julie were on the starting lineup so she had scheduled that day off. Caryn never played this type of Football and was unfamiliar with the rules but her daughters enjoyed the competition and it was part of their curriculum. Saturday morning: The weather report predicted a clear day, perfect for the game, and Julie was anxious to get started. She shook her elder sister. “Hey, get up Amy, come on, we have to be there early. Remember?” She was already in her uniform, ready to play, and couldn’t believe that Amy was still asleep. “Yeah…, okay. Okay, Sis. I’m coming. Just give me a minute will ya?” Amy also enjoyed the game but was not so anxious to wake up. She pulled the covers over her head. Julie was not having it. She grabbed the covers, yanked them right off the bed and blustered, “Hey, come on Amy. Don’t––make––us––late!” “Geeze, you’d think it was late or something. It’s only” –– She looked at the clock. –– “Oh crap! Okay, okay, I’m up.” She bolted out of bed and ran to the bathroom while Julie muttered “sleepyhead” on her way to the kitchen. After a light breakfast, they hurried to the car and set out for the game. Previous contests were always at one of the schools. This time however, it was in a real stadium used by professional leagues. They had made it to the finals. Julie was in the back seat reading directions while folding and re-folding a map to figure out their route. “It says to take Avenell road Mom. I think it’s in Highbury.” “Julie, do you have that map right-side-up?” “I know how to read a map Amy. You can’t even unfold it without tearing it.” “Yes I can. Give me that thing. I know how to ––” “Calm down, both of you. We’ll get there just fine.” Julie glared at her sister and Caryn let out a quiet “Humph” as she continued to follow directions on the GPS display. A few minutes later a voice from the radio speaker said “You are now at your destination”. “Wow. Look at this place!” exclaimed Julie as they pulled into the parking lot. “See Amy? Ha. I told you I could get us here.” With a triumphant expression, Julie folded the map and put it into the seat pocket never realizing that Caryn had used the car’s navigation system the whole way. She dropped the girls off at the player’s entrance and parked her car in one of the company’s ‘reserved’ spots. Then Collins pulled in next to her and they walked in together. “Good morning Mr. Collins. This stadium is huge!” “Yes, it’s quite adequate and a bit of a treat for the kids. This is where the league games are played. Our schools also get to use it for championship play-offs. Not the best one in the city but certainly impressive for a primary school team, don’t you think?” “I’ll say. They’re going to love playing here. Even if they don’t win they’ll have a lot of fun trying.” Caryn stared at the crisp lines and manicured field in the grand structure. “This is really impressive. I think they’ll remember this game for a long time to come.” “Yes, they probably will” chuckled Collins. “Hmm, I think we’re over here. Ah yes, this section.” They made their way to the next aisle and sat down. “Excellent…, mid-field seats. These will do nicely, don’t you think?” The stands soon filled to capacity and a loud roar echoed throughout the stadium when the game started. Parents, students and fans cheered, players took their positions and a coin was flipped. “This is the first time I’ve ever seen this game played” said Caryn. “This is way too much fun.” “Yes it is quite enjoyable although, I’m not sure about the way too much bit. How can it be too much fun?” “Oh-oh, did I say something stupid?” “No, not at all. Quite the contrary in fact, I find your English rather interesting. But very effective mind you. I’ve not spent much time in your country so I’m still getting used to, how shall I say it, umm, American colloquialisms. You do, however, get your meaning across quite well.” Caryn wasn’t sure if she had just committed a faux pas. But, no matter. The game had started and she wanted to see her children play. “These are great seats Mr. Collins. We can see the whole field. Look, there’s your daughter, and there’s Julie. And Amy is way over in that corner.” “My daughter very much enjoys it. Except, of course, when she gets upset because she missed a block or some such thing. Blames herself. Doesn’t consider that her defensive players might have been out of position. Sometimes she gets so upset that –– look there –– See? She couldn’t quite get to that shot. Good thing it failed to make the net. See her shaking her head? She’s rather upset with herself right now.” Suddenly, a long high kick sent it to the far side of the field. Players scrambled toward it and crashed into each other putting several of them on the ground. One did not get up. A whistle sounded as the referee held up his hands. “What happened” asked Caryn? “Someone got hurt on that play” replied Collins. They stood up to get a better view. Two people in white jackets ran onto the field to examine the injured player. Caryn gasped, “Are those doctors? Who got hurt?” “Don’t worry Caryn. The medical people are just a precaution. I’m sure this is simply standard procedure. Probably just a bump. Bit of bad luck so to speak.” They couldn’t tell which player was on the ground and Caryn was concerned that it might be one of her daughters. She never considered that they could get seriously injured playing this sport and stood frozen, hands still covering her mouth, wondering who it was. Within a few moments, the player –– not Amy or Julie –– got up and limped to her team’s bench. She held her hands in the air signifying she was okay. The fans cheered and the game continued. On the way home, their car echoed with laughter, giggles, and comments about how each play had gone. The girls analyzed each play strategizing how they could improve their team for future matches. The divisional championship had become their goal and they had barely won. “You should’ve passed me the ball that last time.” “I couldn’t Amy. That guard from Brighton was right behind you. She would’ve intercepted it. You have to pay more attention to their defense.” “Yeah, yeah, but I could’ve gotten it. She wasn’t that fast. You just wanted to score that goal yourself.” “But I did score it. And we won!” “Yeah, okay. You did actually make it. Good move. But the next time––” “You did it!” shrieked Julie. “I did what?” asked Amy with a puzzled look. “You just said I did something right. Cool. See Mom? My sister just said I did something right. Ha, ha, ha, there. I’m going to write this one down.” “Don’t get used to it, kid. That doesn’t mean I actually like you” snapped Amy trying to hide her smile. She didn’t want her little sister to know that she was actually proud of her. That would be the ultimate embarrassment. “Hey Mom, I know it’s not softball, but what do you think? Is this football stuff okay? Did we do okay?” “It was way cool. But I think back home we used to call it soccer. I don’t really know the rules, but you both played a great game today. It was really cool when you took the ball, um, what do you call it? Stole the ball and rolled it all the way down the field with your feet. I don’t know how you could do that, but it looked great. Congrats to you both.” “Thanks Mom. Cool huh?” “Yup. Totally cool. By the way, how are your heads? I don’t understand why some of the girls can grab the ball and throw it, but you two bounced it off your heads and then had to roll it with your feet. Strange game. You call it football, but nobody gets tackled.” “Don’t worry, Mom, we’ll teach you. And over here, it really is called football.” They all enjoyed their Saturday together and Sunday flew by as the girls completed schoolwork while Caryn made several trips to work to resolve problems. Then came Monday morning. “Julie, did you finish your math homework? I’m sorry I had to run back to the hotel, I was going to ––” “Yeah Mom, Amy helped me. She knew how to do it. We got everything done.” “Hey Sis,” shouted Amy running into the kitchen stuffing books into her backpack. “Boy, are you going to be the hero this week. Morning Mom, what’s for lunch today?” “Since both your report cards have been excellent, you choose. What would you like?” “We get to choose? Cool. I’d really like peanut butter and marshmallow fluff. Hey Amy, you get something else and we can share. Okay?” “Okay. But don’t forget, we have a championship game a week from Saturday so we have to practice really hard. And if we win––” “What do you mean if…? You mean when we win.” “Yeah, yeah miss confidence. Okay, when we win.” “I know that Brighton team is really good but we’re better. And we have to win to qualify for the divisional championship playoffs. Then we’ll get to play in league games all summer. We can do it Amy. You’ll see. This summer is going to be the best one ever.” “Maybe you’re right sis. Okay. Let’s make this the best summer we’ve ever had. High fives…!
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Caryn Elizabeth Chapter Two - Part Two The Contract
Her new employer’s support team handled their arrangements and two weeks later, they arrived. The girls’ grumbling significantly diminished when they saw their new home, a beautiful suburban flat located in a well-kept neighborhood just a few minutes’ drive from the new resort. Their chauffeur opened the door, carried in their bags and handed Caryn the keys. “I think you’ll find most everything you’ll need here” he said while showing Caryn the flat with its fully stocked cupboards and refrigerator. “And here is a list of names and phone numbers. If you have any questions, just ring this one and we’ll help you settle in. Are you quite set then mum?” “Oh wow! I mean yes. Thank you very much.” “Right then. Good evening mum” he said with a tip of his cap as he walked out the door. Caryn watched the limousine pull away and wondered if she had made the right decision. Wow, this is wonderful. I hope I can live up to their expectations. Suddenly, her hand went up to her mouth. What if I can’t? What if I’m not good enough? Whew. Okay, come on Caryn Elizabeth, you can do it. You’re good at this. Just keep reminding yourself that you-can-do- it. She took a long nervous breath and looked around. “Okay girls, where are you. Come on, let’s get unpacked. We’ve been up for almost twenty-four hours and ––” Suddenly, they shot out of one room running past her into another. “Oh my-gosh. Where do they get such energy?” When they started to unpack, the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it. You two continue putting your stuff away.” She ran to the door. It was Collins. “Ah. Good evening Caryn, you’ve arrived. Well done. I hope your trip was not too tiring. Sorry we had to do things in a bit of a rush but I think we got everything right.” “Oh, no… um, yes Mr. Collins, the trip was just fine. Flying first class was a treat and a car was waiting for us when we landed. Your team did a great job. I’m really impressed. Oh, I’m sorry. Please, come in.” “Thank you. I just wanted to see that you have everything you need and that ––” Just then, two vehicles pulled into the drive. He turned and looked out through the still open door. “Excellent. Lori got them here before ten.” The girls came running from the living room. “Hey Mom” yelled Julie. “There’s a TV in there.” They stopped short when they saw Collins. “Oh. Hi. Who’s this Mom?” “Girls, this is Mr. Collins. He’s the Vice- president. Mr. Collins, my two daughters, Julie and Amy.” “Well, good evening Julie and Amy. It’s a pleasure to meet you both. I know you’ve just arrived but, what do you think so far? Do you like your new home?” “Hi Mr. Collins. I’m Amy, she’s Julie. Are you my Mom’s new boss?” “Oops. Sorry. Yes, I suppose so. But we like to think of it as just being on the same team.” While they were chatting, a man walked up to the open door and knocked on his clipboard. “Um, pardon the interruption sir, mum. Mr. Collins is it? I have a vehicle delivery for––” “Oh yes. Of course. Don’t want to hold you up. Let’s take a look.” Collins took the clipboard, examined the delivery form and signed it. “Very good timing, although it is getting a bit dark out. Difficult to see from here. Let’s have a closer look. Shall we?” They walked out to a shiny new car, examined it and Collins removed the keys. He handed them to Caryn and said, “Here we are, just as promised.” “Oh wow. This is far more than I expected. It’s beautiful. Thank you very much. I hope I don’t get lost driving around in it.” “No worries about that. Hop in. I’ll show you.” Caryn started the car and Collins demonstrated the navigation display screen. “Press this menu button, put in your destination, and you instantly have a map and directions. It even talks to you. Tells you if you’ve missed a turn. And, well, I’m sure you’ll like it. It’s saved me countless hours.” Caryn was in awe. She thought it would be a basic vehicle, even worried if she could remember how to drive a standard shift and wondered if it even had a radio. Her contract only said ‘car’ but they certainly didn’t scrimp on it or on the flat. “Now,” Collins continued, “I suggest you take the next few days getting used to your new home. Take a walk and meet your neighbors. Oh, and make sure you talk to Mrs. Hickman next door. She’s just there. Her husband used to work for us but he passed away a few years ago and she’s now all alone.” “Oh, that’s terrible. I’ll bet she’s lonely. Do you know anything about her? What kind of person is she?” Collins smiled. “Ah ha, you’re showing your motherly protective instinct I see. I would expect no less. But don’t be concerned. We’ve known her for many years. She’s retired now. Used to teach school and was very good at it. I think you’ll find her a very likable person and someone you can trust with the girls.” “With the girls…, you mean she babysits?” Collins looked puzzled. “Baby? Are you preg––?” “No, no, no. Not babysitting for a baby, just someone to watch the girls when I’m not here.” “Oh, I see. I misunderstood. At any rate, Mrs. Hickman is very good with children. And, for those times when your daughters are home and you are not, she can be an excellent nanny. She’s taken care of our daughter in the past and I expect she’ll do the same for you.” Caryn had been worrying about who she could find to supervise the girls when she was at work and Mrs. Hickman seemed to be the answer. “Amazing!” was all she could say. “Amazing…? What’s amazing Caryn?” “All this. Everything! Mr. Collins, I don’t know what to say except, thank you.” They quickly adapted to their new life. The fall semester of school began and Caryn’s work schedule allowed her to be home when the girls left each morning and when they returned ten hours later. An hour each way on the bus, six hours of regular classes and two hours of extra- curricular activities was a long school day. But this time, the girls were actually enjoying it. Mrs. Hickman was always happy to spend time tutoring her favorite ‘students’ when Caryn had to work on the weekends. And, of course, the term ‘babysitting’ was never mentioned. After all, Amy and Julie were, as they frequently reminded everyone, “almost teen-agers”. On her first day Caryn placed a sign in the office that read: Our guests are paying a premium priceto have us serve their every reasonable needIt is up to us to ensure they fondly remember their stay and speak of us as the epitome of resort destinations Her department took on the personality of ‘white glove’ service and Caryn’s primary directive of “Five Star, Five Diamond” treatment for each and every guest quickly created the most respected butler team in the world. Monday morning: “… and now, today’s weather…” said the announcer when she turned on the television and began her usual routine. One cereal for Julie and a different one for Amy. They still insisted on different foods but now she had enough money to accommodate them. I’m so glad I accepted this job she thought while placing bowls and plates on the table. Hmm, the girls are usually in here by now. I wonder what they’re doing. More minutes ticked by. Are they still sleeping? “Come on, girls. Breakfast is ready and the school bus will be here soon. You don’t want to miss it.” Suddenly a bright red “Breaking News” scrolled across the screen and a different announcer interrupted. “This just in. Fighting has broken out in ––” Then he said the name of a country Caryn couldn’t even pronounce. Something- stan. “Another attack? Those people are crazy.” The upcoming weekend was marked with a big red “G” on the calendar that hung in the kitchen next to the refrigerator. –– A school game –– Football. Amy and Julie were on the starting lineup so she had scheduled that day off. Caryn never played this type of Football and was unfamiliar with the rules but her daughters enjoyed the competition and it was part of their curriculum. Saturday morning: The weather report predicted a clear day, perfect for the game, and Julie was anxious to get started. She shook her elder sister. “Hey, get up Amy, come on, we have to be there early. Remember?” She was already in her uniform, ready to play, and couldn’t believe that Amy was still asleep. “Yeah…, okay. Okay, Sis. I’m coming. Just give me a minute will ya?” Amy also enjoyed the game but was not so anxious to wake up. She pulled the covers over her head. Julie was not having it. She grabbed the covers, yanked them right off the bed and blustered, “Hey, come on Amy. Don’t––make––us––late!” “Geeze, you’d think it was late or something. It’s only” –– She looked at the clock. –– “Oh crap! Okay, okay, I’m up.” She bolted out of bed and ran to the bathroom while Julie muttered “sleepyhead” on her way to the kitchen. After a light breakfast, they hurried to the car and set out for the game. Previous contests were always at one of the schools. This time however, it was in a real stadium used by professional leagues. They had made it to the finals. Julie was in the back seat reading directions while folding and re-folding a map to figure out their route. “It says to take Avenell road Mom. I think it’s in Highbury.” “Julie, do you have that map right-side- up?” “I know how to read a map Amy. You can’t even unfold it without tearing it.” “Yes I can. Give me that thing. I know how to ––” “Calm down, both of you. We’ll get there just fine.” Julie glared at her sister and Caryn let out a quiet “Humph” as she continued to follow directions on the GPS display. A few minutes later a voice from the radio speaker said “You are now at your destination”. “Wow. Look at this place!” exclaimed Julie as they pulled into the parking lot. “See Amy? Ha. I told you I could get us here.” With a triumphant expression, Julie folded the map and put it into the seat pocket never realizing that Caryn had used the car’s navigation system the whole way. She dropped the girls off at the player’s entrance and parked her car in one of the company’s ‘reserved’ spots. Then Collins pulled in next to her and they walked in together. “Good morning Mr. Collins. This stadium is huge!” “Yes, it’s quite adequate and a bit of a treat for the kids. This is where the league games are played. Our schools also get to use it for championship play- offs. Not the best one in the city but certainly impressive for a primary school team, don’t you think?” “I’ll say. They’re going to love playing here. Even if they don’t win they’ll have a lot of fun trying.” Caryn stared at the crisp lines and manicured field in the grand structure. “This is really impressive. I think they’ll remember this game for a long time to come.” “Yes, they probably will” chuckled Collins. “Hmm, I think we’re over here. Ah yes, this section.” They made their way to the next aisle and sat down. “Excellent…, mid-field seats. These will do nicely, don’t you think?” The stands soon filled to capacity and a loud roar echoed throughout the stadium when the game started. Parents, students and fans cheered, players took their positions and a coin was flipped. “This is the first time I’ve ever seen this game played” said Caryn. “This is way too much fun.” “Yes it is quite enjoyable although, I’m not sure about the way too much bit. How can it be too much fun?” “Oh-oh, did I say something stupid?” “No, not at all. Quite the contrary in fact, I find your English rather interesting. But very effective mind you. I’ve not spent much time in your country so I’m still getting used to, how shall I say it, umm, American colloquialisms. You do, however, get your meaning across quite well.” Caryn wasn’t sure if she had just committed a faux pas. But, no matter. The game had started and she wanted to see her children play. “These are great seats Mr. Collins. We can see the whole field. Look, there’s your daughter, and there’s Julie. And Amy is way over in that corner.” “My daughter very much enjoys it. Except, of course, when she gets upset because she missed a block or some such thing. Blames herself. Doesn’t consider that her defensive players might have been out of position. Sometimes she gets so upset that –– look there –– See? She couldn’t quite get to that shot. Good thing it failed to make the net. See her shaking her head? She’s rather upset with herself right now.” Suddenly, a long high kick sent it to the far side of the field. Players scrambled toward it and crashed into each other putting several of them on the ground. One did not get up. A whistle sounded as the referee held up his hands. “What happened” asked Caryn? “Someone got hurt on that play” replied Collins. They stood up to get a better view. Two people in white jackets ran onto the field to examine the injured player. Caryn gasped, “Are those doctors? Who got hurt?” “Don’t worry Caryn. The medical people are just a precaution. I’m sure this is simply standard procedure. Probably just a bump. Bit of bad luck so to speak.” They couldn’t tell which player was on the ground and Caryn was concerned that it might be one of her daughters. She never considered that they could get seriously injured playing this sport and stood frozen, hands still covering her mouth, wondering who it was. Within a few moments, the player –– not Amy or Julie –– got up and limped to her team’s bench. She held her hands in the air signifying she was okay. The fans cheered and the game continued. On the way home, their car echoed with laughter, giggles, and comments about how each play had gone. The girls analyzed each play strategizing how they could improve their team for future matches. The divisional championship had become their goal and they had barely won. “You should’ve passed me the ball that last time.” “I couldn’t Amy. That guard from Brighton was right behind you. She would’ve intercepted it. You have to pay more attention to their defense.” “Yeah, yeah, but I could’ve gotten it. She wasn’t that fast. You just wanted to score that goal yourself.” “But I did score it. And we won!” “Yeah, okay. You did actually make it. Good move. But the next time––” “You did it!” shrieked Julie. “I did what?” asked Amy with a puzzled look. “You just said I did something right. Cool. See Mom? My sister just said I did something right. Ha, ha, ha, there. I’m going to write this one down.” “Don’t get used to it, kid. That doesn’t mean I actually like you” snapped Amy trying to hide her smile. She didn’t want her little sister to know that she was actually proud of her. That would be the ultimate embarrassment. “Hey Mom, I know it’s not softball, but what do you think? Is this football stuff okay? Did we do okay?” “It was way cool. But I think back home we used to call it soccer. I don’t really know the rules, but you both played a great game today. It was really cool when you took the ball, um, what do you call it? Stole the ball and rolled it all the way down the field with your feet. I don’t know how you could do that, but it looked great. Congrats to you both.” “Thanks Mom. Cool huh?” “Yup. Totally cool. By the way, how are your heads? I don’t understand why some of the girls can grab the ball and throw it, but you two bounced it off your heads and then had to roll it with your feet. Strange game. You call it football, but nobody gets tackled.” “Don’t worry, Mom, we’ll teach you. And over here, it really is called football.” They all enjoyed their Saturday together and Sunday flew by as the girls completed schoolwork while Caryn made several trips to work to resolve problems. Then came Monday morning. “Julie, did you finish your math homework? I’m sorry I had to run back to the hotel, I was going to ––” “Yeah Mom, Amy helped me. She knew how to do it. We got everything done.” “Hey Sis,” shouted Amy running into the kitchen stuffing books into her backpack. “Boy, are you going to be the hero this week. Morning Mom, what’s for lunch today?” “Since both your report cards have been excellent, you choose. What would you like?” “We get to choose? Cool. I’d really like peanut butter and marshmallow fluff. Hey Amy, you get something else and we can share. Okay?” “Okay. But don’t forget, we have a championship game a week from Saturday so we have to practice really hard. And if we win––” “What do you mean if…? You mean when we win.” “Yeah, yeah miss confidence. Okay, when we win.” “I know that Brighton team is really good but we’re better. And we have to win to qualify for the divisional championship playoffs. Then we’ll get to play in league games all summer. We can do it Amy. You’ll see. This summer is going to be the best one ever.” “Maybe you’re right sis. Okay. Let’s make this the best summer we’ve ever had. High fives…!
Caryn Elizabeth Story
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