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to contact me.  Kindest regards, Harlan Gooding, Attorney.”
    That was day after tomorrow!  How had he pulled it all together so quickly?  Then I shrugged.  Whatever!
    I lifted the letter and saw a printed itinerary and a cashier’s check, as promised .  A five followed by five zeroes.  It was a beautiful sight.  I couldn’t resist planting a big kiss on it.  This whole adventure might turn out to be a wasted vacation, but this money bought me time.
    Time.   I had very little of that to get packed and out of here.  I walked into the bedroom and sized up my worldly possessions.  It didn’t take me long.  First thing in the morning, I would take all my softball gear and school stuff to my on-campus locker and leave it there.  All my clothes and personal items would fit into my backpack and two suitcases, which I would take with me.  After that I would deposit the check in my bank and drop off my uniform at Harry’s.  That should send a clear message to Jerry.    Maybe I’ll get a massage and a facial.  I glanced down at my chipped nails.  And a mani-pedi.  I couldn’t go to this meeting in Austin looking pathetic.
    I stripped down and turned on the shower full speed.  I must have checked the temperature four times before I entered and shut the door.  The hot water cascading over my head never felt better.  The shampoo cut through the layer of yuck in my hair, and I scrubbed my body twice to get rid of the lingering odor.  I might never again eat anything with barbecue sauce on it.
    Feeling cleaner than I had in a long time, I dried off, pulled on an oversized t-shirt and sleep shorts and combed my hair.  I hadn’t been able to afford a hair dryer, but I added that to my list of “to do’s” for tomorrow.  Just an hour ago I had been so exhausted I thought I’d fall asleep on my feet, but now I was wide awake.  Thousands of thoughts tumbled through my mind as I looked around.
    The apartment was slightly cleaner than it had been last week.  By Sunday, the stink of sour beer had overpowered my resolution not to clean, and I had gathered all the bottles and cans into a bag and carried them down to the recycle bin.  I left everything else where it was, including the dirty dishes in the sink.  The landlord could deal with them, along with the overflowing garbage cans, pizza boxes, stained carpets and Brandon’s stupid Nikes.  No matter what happened in the next two weeks, I would never come back here.
     

     
    “This is TODAY on NBC” the announcer’s voice rose over the strains of intro music. I rolled over to find out where it was coming from before I realized I hadn’t turned the TV off last night.  I let myself lay there for a moment longer as I ran through everything that had happened yesterday.  I still couldn’t quite believe it, but I would know if it was real when I went to the bank.  Until that check cashed, I would hold my breath.
    I hopped out of bed and got dressed.  I didn’t have to put on that god-awful cowgirl outfit that was the official Harry’s uniform.  Good thing, because I had wadded it up and tied it inside two plastic bags instead of hand washing it like I had the first two nights.  Instead, I pulled on my preferred personal uniform of shorts, tank top and flip-flops.
    I got on- line and found the site for the spa and set up an 11 a.m. appointment. The required maintenance for my neglected body was going to take hours.
    With my overstuffed duffel bag over my shoulder, I caught a bus to the campus.  Coach was in her office, and I called out a greeting to her as I passed.
    “Are you going to Lake Powell?” she asked.
    Our team was a pretty tight-knit group, and we’d all shared our plans for the summer.  Well, that was before I missed my period, bought the pregnancy test and decided to throw a big party for Brandon.  However, now was not the time for confessions.
    “No, I’m going to visit a relative in Austin,” I told her.
    “I didn’t know