"So what time is your game?" Catherine asked, as Collin chopped up a carrot. I couldn't help but cringe, sure he was going to chop off his finger. "The only game you need to worry about is the one Sunday at 4 PM," Collin stated, looking up at his phone where he was FaceTiming his sister. "The championship game." "What if you don't make it to the championship?" "That won't be an issue." "You're so cocky." "I just don't doubt my pitching ability." "Let me check my calendar you egotistical a*s," Catherine said, laughing. And then she fell silent. "What?" Collin asked, as she shoved the chopped up carrots in the salad bowl. "You can't come?" "I can come," Catherine said. I wasn't even looking at her and I could hear the forced happiness in her voice. "What is it?" Collin pressed.
