The Love Lie

Twenty

Reese was watching Sydney, who walked around the room they shared at The Stone’s Throw, picking up errant pieces of clean laundry that at some point had been considered and rejected. Guess today was their lucky day.

Truly, the distraction was a welcome one for Reese, who was more than happy to avoid thinking about her own day.

“It was easy when I was a player,” Sydney said, a hint of annoyance in her voice. “All I needed were match outfits and loungewear. Now, who knows who the executives may want me to have dinner with? And I can’t schlep around when not working, since I’m no longer an athlete . And you know I hate?—”