Jameson seemed to have plenty of time on his hands; he responded to each of his fans’ congratulatory messages with a “thank you.”
Soon, his comment section became a towering pile of replies.
I scrolled through them, not even finding it boring.
5
“Leslie, take your time. No need to rush back,” Coach Howard’s voice was just as warm and kind as always.
I smiled. “Okay, Coach. I’ll come see you at the training grounds once I’ve settled in for a couple of days.”
“No rush. You take it easy and have some fun first.”
I chuckled.
Professor Howard was my coach back when I was on the national team and the one who guided me on this path.
So when he recently started pestering me, saying I’d forgotten about him and urging me to visit, I had no choice but to agree.
But now that I was back, suddenly, he was in no hurry to see me.
What an unpredictable old man.
After hanging up the phone, I used one hand to prop myself up slightly, while the other hand gripped the key, trying to guide it into the keyhole.
This was an older neighborhood, with ivy climbing the walls.
It was also the same neighborhood where Jameson and I used to live, now mostly inhabited by the elderly.