Who knew seventeen-year-old babysitters were so unpredictable? I got a last-minute call that something came up.
Now I’m in the locker room, having had no choice but to ask Lena to watch Annabelle. And of course Gavin said he’d love to go to a game and get pictures of Annabelle watching me play. That it’d really show how I make it all work. As though I don’t know that he just wanted to tag along to be with Lena.
Thankfully, our goalie, Roadie, had some ear protector headphone things from one of his kids handy that I could borrow, so I left Annabelle in the hands of who I think is a competent person. My dad cares about nothing more than the Jacobs’ family image, and since he’s entrusted that to Lena, I figure she can sit with my baby strapped on her chest for a couple hours and return her
